Somewhere to seek

Following on from the hideaway, shed, den, darkroom, cave, well, alley, woods, fishing lake, and so on. Here he is out and about, for a picnic.

and then the before

I love picnics. The company, then the location, then the preparations. And when Angie and I were first going out we had our first one on the beach at Dunwich in Suffolk.

"It's always six o'clock"

Ken

Tropical

Greetings from sunny Manchester. We're having a bit of a heatwave round these here parts.

Last Saturday...



Smithy, get a hiking stick (Spring loaded)

Somewhere to hide

I love collecting ephemera and when it's a whole collection of stereo slides from the same photographer dating from round about 1920 to 1986 I'm really excited. It's things I've never seen before (photographically). This chap had a 3D world way back.

And . . . Somewhere to Disappear
 
The Darkroom - Wellington Lantern - 1930

Ken

The walking stick

It's been good to get out for the first time in what seems like an age. Dosed up to the max with pain killers I thought I'd take a trip to the local shops in the glorious afternoon light, walking stick in hand. What is the correct way to walk with a stick and a bad leg? No one seems to know.

Anyway, I need more practice with the stick.

Ken