Love, Flowers

Rather like this. Was shot with on-camera flash and stupidly small aperture to black the sky out.

Right…

After conducting a thorough strategic and tactical review of my online presence across all channels After getting bored of my websites and deciding to break things I’ll be making some changes. Photography will move to www.speckunderthesky.com where it will be happy and free and be able to get on with its life. Music is now  at www.singularityjones.com/music, where it also will be happy and free and able to get on with its life (singularityjones.com is now set to redirect there). There are some new tracks there, for anyone who’s interested.

I think it’s just getting confused here (when I can even be bothered to update it) and doesn’t allow me to adequately promote either strand, plus it prevents me from posting random witterings and amusing pictures of cats here, which is, after all, the entire point of the blogging phenomenon. This blog will revert to its original purpose, which was supposed to be a workblog/notepad/place for random witterings and amusing pictures of cats. These things will happen either shortly, in the long term, or never. We’ll see.

Rhubarb and I listen to the Mary Chain.

Tiny Art Director.

wonderful.

Leica had its first outing today. Top pic is the vie w from Waterloo bridge tonight, quite a bit of fog which is obscuring the top of the Eye. Lower pic is Smithfield Market. A whole chunk of the damn thing is derelict, it’s all black and soot covered, and wigs me out like nothing on earth. I’m loving the camera so far, the lens quality is incredible. Just getting used to the settings, haven’t played at all with RAW yet. Nice that it fits in my pocket and can go everywhere, you also look like a tourist with one of these and don’t attract too much attention from the paranoid paedo-terror spotters.

I’m going to Hell in the express elevator. I’ve taken the credit crunch and made it CRUNCHIER, baby. I have a new Leica D-Lux 4. Haven’t played with it yet, but play with it I shall, and there will be pictures. Yes. And love and joy, and yeah, hell, I have to pay for it some day, but there’s still a market for kidneys isn’t there?

Righto. First new bunch of music on the netz for a while. Four track ep – Falling off the face of the Earth.

It has guitars and things. Noise stuff. Loud and that.  We like these things, and we think that you should like these things too.

For just a few days, the wierdly-bearded bastard of Brighton, Kemper Norton, is offering the A23 ep for download. What a nice man.

Kemper Norton.

July 2008, Bull Farm, Kings Worthy

Shot on Fuji Velvia. Underexposed slightly to get that richness, just caught the last rays of sun one evening this July while out settling my nerves during the long wait for my baby to be born.

For anyone who might be following this stagnant internet backwater who I haven’t emailed, my third daughter was born at 12.28 on Tuesday. She hasn’t got a name yet, but is healthy and pretty damn big in comparison to my first two daughters.

It’s been quite a ride – she was 12 days late, so the last two weeks were spent in a constant state of nervous energy wondering when the labour would start, I rushed back from London a couple of times when we thought things were kicking off, only to find they weren’t. Was getting pretty frazzled with the whole thing… Monday, had all manner of hell with car parking – My partner was due to be induced in the afternoon so went to work in the morning, train was cancelled so drove to Basingstoke, didn’t have enough change for car park there so drove back to Micheldever, forgot that season ticket had expired so when I came back at 2pm there was a bloody ticket on the car. So, drove to the hospital, eventually found a space, then discovered that the car park machine didn’t take notes or cards (they used to…). So had to drive and get change – by the time I got back there was a massive queue, so I drove down to the town, parked there and got a bus to the hospital. An hour and a half, it took… and by the time I actually found her in the maternity ward they’d decided to send her home as they didn’t have enough doctors on hand if the induction went wrong and they had to do an emergency ceasarean. I was not amused, no.

We went home, and then pretty much straight away the waters broke and we went back in. And it all went smoothly after that. The relief of having everyone home safely was enormous, it’s now the months of broken sleep that’s going to fry my brain.

Still, now have two week’s paternity leave, so maybe a chance to catch up on paperwork and spend some time having fun with the girls.

Yeah, if I can keep the chronic misanthropy in its box, it’s all good.