Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 1999/04/24
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]" One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow" My R8 had only been home a month when yesterday I decided to finish the first roll of film in it. I've not given my photography or indeed the LUG the attention they deserve, so busy has been my life with other less pleasant pastimes. So with the glorious autumn weather and warm sun I had Helen shoot off a portrait [with dog] of me in my new "slim" livery. I warned her not to keep the finger on the shutter release after firing the camera, as the motor winder was on. She took the photo, and then another fired off. Silly girl we both thought -- had her finger lingered? She took another with me in the garden and took only the "solitary" image. I then took the the camera and began to look for some autumn colour in the garden. The steps into the house have now become overgrown with the intricate plants H put there just on 2 years ago, and so I went to take a detail of the bluestone and greenery. The R8 was obviously very impressed with this visage and rattled on uninvited for another 3 "blurred" snaps. We looked at each other, "more in sorrow than in anger". Today I entrusted a roll of Kodachrome, the ANZAC parade and the glorys of another autumn day to Rollei and the 3003. Using the 80 f1.4 Planar [instead of the 100 2.8 macro] I found some wonderful images of the ex-servicemen, their children and grandchildren, in the wonderful Ballarat setting between the two Cathedrals on Sturt St, the trees all gently coloured [we do not have the powerful colours of Japan or Northern America in Ballarat] greens yellows and reds. I head off for New Orleans in 2 weeks, so the R8 will not be available for that journey, but perhaps New Orleans is really better suited to the M6 and Noctilux anyway. Thank you all for letting me air my story. Those longer time friends on the list will know that this is pilgrimage number 3 to Solms for my camera and so I wanted to "give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whipers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break." Hope you are all well, I have felt great pain for all those affected by the recent killings on both sides of the Atlantic, and feel quite proud of my Australians attitude to our own disaster at Port Arthur where 35 died in innocence, but not in vain. Cheers Alastair