It has rained and rained and then rained a bit more. I only mention it because of the thousands of people who have been affected by it. Houses destroyed, lives ruined. I'm lucky my house is elevated but so many have lost everything this weekend. Anyway, perhaps spare a thought for those up to their knees in sewerage this morning whilst you are reaching for that second cup of coffee and the colour supplement.
Thought for today I would return to my sometimes named 'Old People Shot From The Hip' series. Then realised it was shot from
the hip but was an old person....so it's not from that series but perhaps a side project to it. It's always a bit dodgy doing it
with younger people what with their keener eyesight and hearing, plus if they decide to chase me they stand a good chance of
catching me, I mean I I'm no spring chicken for sure. Anyhow this rather pretty young lady was miles away. I assumed collecting
all the necessary ingredients for a child's party or something. I watched her for a bout 20 minutes before she forced them all in
a car and disappeared. Taken in the centre of Bath where I do most of my stalking of people.
This I think is the first photo I have uploaded from my new Diana+, and I'm quite impressed with the results, it does lend itself quite nicely to the hip shot, I guess it has two obvious drawbacks, the first being the damn ratchet on the film advance knob. Why the hell they had to have it make a noise I have no idea and also it's a rather bright blue so people see it more readily. The Holga being black helps a lot and I have taped over the name so it kinda blends in. On the plus side the Diana does have a bit more control for the light conditions. Anyway, I like it. I have shot here before but just for the record here is an aerial view of Grand Parade, Bath.
Eight miles high and when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you're going
Are somewhere just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found
among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town known for its sound
In places small faces unbound
Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living some standing alone