Well, I have to say that although my camera doesn't seem to have the same magical ability to take me to places.....not as diverse as the places that Davemac gets to anyway.
I have to say, that in the short time I have had this little camera, I have thoroughly enjoyed using it.
Saturday took me to Bury. Himself said that I could take a picture of the Irwell as we passed on the bus. He figured it would be in flood.
I told him that taking a picture from the bus was never going to be a great idea.......I would get a substandard shot with all the grime on the bus window dulling the already blurred(by motion) shot.
I told him that on the way back from our trip round the market I might just get off and have an hour by myself taking pics.......that I could go on the station and take pictures to my hearts content.
When we were coming back on the bus, he asked me if I was still going to stop off in Rammy....and I nearly said 'No, let's get home and have a cuppa'.....but I didn't. I said 'Yes - I am going to have a good look round'.
I got off the bus in the main street of Rammy....I walked down to the station. There were two trains in...alas, neither of them steam trains. I like steam trains......they smell of coal and steam and hot metal. And while they are lumbering beasts of metal engineering, there is something that is quite graceful about them.
I like seeing the railway workers filling the water tanks, and walking along the line tapping the wheels. I was never quite sure what they were doing but I liked watching.
I suppose it is this nostalgia which draws us to things which we remember fondly from our past.
Way back then it was tuppence for a platform ticket...on Saturday it was a quid.
I almost turned back...but then I thought, I will get every penny of a quid in pleasure, out of my pictures......taking them, and then messing with them and posting them onto Flickr.......and imagining the nostalgia they provoke in others.
I thoroughly enjoyed my time on the station.
I was in a minority of one......there were lots of men with hulking great camera's.......expensive camera's. camera's that you need a degree to work out how to get the best from them......camera's that weigh a ton...need a bag full of lenses
(do I sound jeaous here?...
Maybe I was, just a tad) but I got some lovely pictures(well I think they are lovely) and I knew that my sister in Brisbane would be just a bit homesick when she saw them....she lived in Rammy for a few years before she moved down under and she has a soft spot for the place...some lovely memories.
I was like a dog at a fair I didn't know where to head off to once I came out of the station........I went down by the side of the Irwell.The river wasn't as full as I thought it might be, but the sun was shining, making the water sparkle as it rushed over the weir.
There were chaps who had been trainspotting...and snapping pics of the trains, sitting in the greenspace eating fish and chips.
The aroma was tantalising....that beef dripping smell with the sharp tang of vinegar.
The piquancy tickled my nostrils and made me want chips......but when I looked at the queue in the chippy....I changed my mind and focussed on what I was really there for...and it wasn't to scoff chips.
I walked up to the Top of the main street and crossed over the road to take pictures of the great metal urn that stands just below the Grants Arms.
I was happily snapping this from all angles when out of the corner of my eye I spotted the bus home.
I turned off my camera and made a sprint for the bus stop. The kind driver waited for me.
I had had a brilliant time. I rode home on the bus with a daft smile on my face.
All thanks to the knobs and twiddly bits.
To see my Ramsbottom pics...look here.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/16506530@N07/
I have to say, that in the short time I have had this little camera, I have thoroughly enjoyed using it.
Saturday took me to Bury. Himself said that I could take a picture of the Irwell as we passed on the bus. He figured it would be in flood.
I told him that taking a picture from the bus was never going to be a great idea.......I would get a substandard shot with all the grime on the bus window dulling the already blurred(by motion) shot.
I told him that on the way back from our trip round the market I might just get off and have an hour by myself taking pics.......that I could go on the station and take pictures to my hearts content.
When we were coming back on the bus, he asked me if I was still going to stop off in Rammy....and I nearly said 'No, let's get home and have a cuppa'.....but I didn't. I said 'Yes - I am going to have a good look round'.
I got off the bus in the main street of Rammy....I walked down to the station. There were two trains in...alas, neither of them steam trains. I like steam trains......they smell of coal and steam and hot metal. And while they are lumbering beasts of metal engineering, there is something that is quite graceful about them.
I like seeing the railway workers filling the water tanks, and walking along the line tapping the wheels. I was never quite sure what they were doing but I liked watching.
I suppose it is this nostalgia which draws us to things which we remember fondly from our past.
Way back then it was tuppence for a platform ticket...on Saturday it was a quid.
I almost turned back...but then I thought, I will get every penny of a quid in pleasure, out of my pictures......taking them, and then messing with them and posting them onto Flickr.......and imagining the nostalgia they provoke in others.
I thoroughly enjoyed my time on the station.
I was in a minority of one......there were lots of men with hulking great camera's.......expensive camera's. camera's that you need a degree to work out how to get the best from them......camera's that weigh a ton...need a bag full of lenses
(do I sound jeaous here?...
Maybe I was, just a tad) but I got some lovely pictures(well I think they are lovely) and I knew that my sister in Brisbane would be just a bit homesick when she saw them....she lived in Rammy for a few years before she moved down under and she has a soft spot for the place...some lovely memories.
I was like a dog at a fair I didn't know where to head off to once I came out of the station........I went down by the side of the Irwell.The river wasn't as full as I thought it might be, but the sun was shining, making the water sparkle as it rushed over the weir.
There were chaps who had been trainspotting...and snapping pics of the trains, sitting in the greenspace eating fish and chips.
The aroma was tantalising....that beef dripping smell with the sharp tang of vinegar.
The piquancy tickled my nostrils and made me want chips......but when I looked at the queue in the chippy....I changed my mind and focussed on what I was really there for...and it wasn't to scoff chips.
I walked up to the Top of the main street and crossed over the road to take pictures of the great metal urn that stands just below the Grants Arms.
I was happily snapping this from all angles when out of the corner of my eye I spotted the bus home.
I turned off my camera and made a sprint for the bus stop. The kind driver waited for me.
I had had a brilliant time. I rode home on the bus with a daft smile on my face.
All thanks to the knobs and twiddly bits.
To see my Ramsbottom pics...look here.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/16506530@N07/
