[Leica] Frank Meadow Sutcliffe insights

[douglas.sharp at gmx.de (Douglas Sharp)]

Frank Meadow Sutcliffe, July 1899

If a boy feels as he grows up that he has poetry in his soul, let him 
beware what channel he attempts to pour out that poetry through. It will 
be easiest through the channel of music, more difficult through 
painting, harder still through words as poetry, but it will not flow at 
all if he tries photography, the poetry in him will for ever be bubbling 
up, but if he has unfortunately chosen photography as an outlet for his 
passion, he might as well have been born without a soul at all - he will 
be like a sweet singer with his tongue chained to a stone.


Frank Meadow Sutcliffe, March 1910

There is, perhaps, something about morocco leather which reminds a dog 
of the Elysian fields. It was a lens cap, morocco bound outside, velvet 
inside, which Charlie devoured first. A cork out of a pyro bottle 
fortunately fitted the lens-hood exactly. Then, after eating the cap, 
while my head was under the focussing cloth, Charlie devoured the 
leather case, with all the stops in it. This was an insurmountable 
difficulty. I know I wrote to the maker of the lens to ask what a new 
set would cost, but as the amount was more than I possessed, I 
determined to do without. That is why I was saved from underexposure, 
which I should surely have been led into with a multitude of stops.



I had always wondered why we call them stops - Douglas

There's more here - on chairs and clouds are both rather amusing.

Cheers
Douglas