19 January 2022

Aging photographers are like the aging gunfighters of the Wild West. You are as good as your last shot. You are dead if you are not.

In my past as a magazine photographer I knew I had to return from an assignment with one useable photograph. I was a fisherman who had to return with one fish and not mention how another had gotten away.

With our ranging pandemic and my grief on the loss of my Rosemary on 9 December 2020 photography is one of the last things I want to attempt. I cannot hang up my camera as I have too many cameras to hang up and little wall space in my oficina.

Fortunately I have friends and C is a good one. She has picked up my spirits by posing for me today.

Because of Covid I did not want to use my small and intimate studio so I converted my living room into one. This meant I tripped over cables and had a hard time dealing with my Fuji X-E3 that today amply proved that inanimate objects have free will.

Fortunatly with the lovely inspiration of C I think I may now be out of my doldrums.

I have yet to look at the Fuji pictures but what you see here is a photograph I took with my iPhone3G (it has no SIM card).

I believe, going back to the comparison with the aging gun fighter, it would seem I will be around for the next shoot.