A windy, wet Sunday

It’s been somewhat wild this weekend – I hear they’ve had it even worse in the north of the country. But, you have to admire the resilience of some – especially the half dozen surfers who were out today.

Oh, and note to self: In future, when fiddling and you change the camera settings to JPEG, don’t forget to change back to RAW before you go out and try to take some photos.

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Have tripod – will take pictures of sunset

Not that having, or not having, a tripod has ever stopped me from trying to capture that most elusive time of day. It’s just that there may be less noise (may be) than usual.

I love how these shots show how the hill divides the town – to the east, the old town where a range of styles of period house are squeezed between narrow twittens and to the west, the new town with its gaudy, modern shopping centre.

Hastings’ old town in the rain.

Stay at home and go stir-crazy or get out in the rain?

WHO tiled that roof?
WHO tiled that roof?
Awkward angles
Awkward angles
Never noticed that old house  before.
Never noticed that old house before.
The slayer
The slayer
Casualties on the field of combat
Casualties on the field of combat
Succulents on a roof top? Who put them there?
Succulents on a roof top? Who put them there?
Water logged and wind battered but still holding on.
Water logged and wind battered but still holding on.
Resilience in the rain.
Resilience in the rain.
Lighting up time in the middle of the afternoon.
Lighting up time in the middle of the afternoon.
Wet pavements.
Wet pavements.

The muddiest location for a brand new tripod

So, I thought to myself, what is the muddiest location you can possibly think of for the first outing of your swanky, new tripod?

At last, I have a tripod whose legs won’t shoot out the bottom every time I extend them. It was a bit of an extravagance but then isn’t that always the case with this photography kit. However, it was well justified (at least to myself) as it extends to a comfortable, non-contortionous (I’m quite tall), non backache inducing 65 inches. It has a pistol grip. And, although I haven’t, until now, felt natural using a tripod, this one I LOVE! I love it so much, I took it for a walk in the mud.

Socio-economic twins

Hastings (my town) and Margate are often, by the media, tarred with the same brush; seaside towns with high levels of socio-economic deprivation and low aspiration. Damn, that makes me cross! I can’t speak for others but I know what I see and I see artistic, creative people, for the most part opting out of the materialistic aspirations that the media continue to ram down the public’s throat and having a jolly good time in a community that comes together often throughout the year. Why are we all expected to be the same and want the same… and it seems to be getting worse. I can’t speak for Margate but it looks as if it has the potential to be home to a diverse, interesting, proactive community.

Sightseeing in Margate

We’ve been meaning to get to the Turner Gallery in Margate for a while. And whilst there was no particular exhibition we specifically wanted to see, which didn’t matter as we’re quite eclectic in our tastes of most things, we were looking forward to visiting the town too. Especially as it had been announced in the media that they had reopened their amusement park which went out of fashion back in the eighties with the advent of big theme parks across the country. Anyway, this is what we saw when we arrived (be still, all you naysayers who would say we were lucky – you have little vision).

Sorry to bore you with so many – I was enjoying the fog too much.