Wednesday, 23 November 2016

The Botanic Gardens

Ann and I visited the CUBG and found the glasshouses being refurbished.  There was an egret on the main pond and a student nearby reading a large book.

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

More Sand Racers

The Jawa riders, being speedway men, were at home on this surface and had the best lean angles (though not the leanest tums!) and spray reach.

Monday, 14 November 2016

At Night

This was the full supermoon, the closest the moon has been to earth since 1948.  The family on the beach were all that I could put in front of the moon.

Out of Season

Some sad little vignettes of life in winter for a summer resort.

The Beach

The Bucket and Spade Cafe seemed a focal point along the prom, and I went back to it several times. The green lookout is called 'Come Up and See Me', and was inspired by a gin and tonic when designed in Manchester.

The Town

Mablethorpe looked like a typical seaside resort in winter.  People were chatty and friendly.

Sunday, 13 November 2016

Sand Racing

Mablethorpe is well-known for its winter sand-racing, and the six of us from Cambridge were pleased to discover that there was nothing stopping us from being on the beach during the racing.  It was easy enough to get the standard 1/125th sec panning shot, and I noticed that there was a patch of sand reflecting a lot of light, so I began to underexpose the images until I had some Brandt-style pix.   

Saturday, 12 November 2016


We arrived in Mablethorpe, Lincolnshire, and it wasn't as big as we had been expecting, but it had miles of sandy beaches and many dogs.

Friday, 11 November 2016

Second Time This Week

Back at Burwell on a dry and sunny afternoon, along with about sixteen other photographers and four owls.  They say never to change more than one thing when making improvements, but I used a 2x converter and a different camera.  In spite of this and an incredibly narrow depth-of-field, I got some useable results. 

Fallen Leaves

Images from Madingley American Cemetery.  The lower two are of the grave of Clyde R. Klee, of Wisconsin, who died on 2nd October, 1944 and is still remembered by his nephews and nieces.  Perhaps none of his generation of the family are still alive?