Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Bath Abbey

Yes, that's what they were all doing.  Taking snaps of Bath Abbey.

I wasn't.  I was taking snaps of them.


I know, pity I cut his foot off.  No-one's perfect.



Funny place Bath - all that Georgian architecture and what have you.  Tinsel-town I call it...it's not real, you see.  It's full of tourists (and a few people with ankylosing spondylitis visiting The Min).

I don't know what happened to the lady's leg on the right in this next one - I think it was something to do with the fading light...


It's good watching people.  And even better taking their photograph.  I never thought this sort of thing was 'my bag', but I must admit I did enjoy it.  It must be a Bath thing.  I wonder how it will translate now I'm back in The Liberties.  Time will tell, I suppose.

All taken with the Nikon, a bog standard 50mm f1.8 and good old HP5+.

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Strange goings-on

There wasn't much light around Bath by the time I was able to get out and about.  The Nikon found it easy enough to deal with...but I'm not so sure I did.  Anyway, this sort of thing happened...


Still, it's a change from the usual sort of stuff you get on here.

Monday, 30 November 2015

Ceci n'est pas The Min

So I'm back from The Min, or The Royal Mineral Water Hospital to give it it's rather grander title.  Here it is.  Or some sort of HP5+ representation of part of it, via a Nikon and with the help of some ID-11.



I love this place.  It really has changed my life, starting back in 1983 when I first darkened its doors.  What this place doesn't know about ankylosing spondylitis ain't worth knowing, believe me.


Now The Min isn't your usual hospital.  It's been in the centre of Bath (or Aquae Sulis, as the Romans called it) since the early 18th Century.  Inside you get a wonderful wooden staircase, oil paintings of early physicians on the walls and even the odd marble bust of important benefactors, such as Ralph Allen.


But The Min is doomed.  You see it has recently been incorporated into the more modern hospital on the outskirts of Bath and given the over-inflated property prices in the centre of the city combined with an unfathomable requirement for yet more upmarket, useless, boutique shops I fear the worst.  The board of the 'other hospital' are, I suspect, already counting the moolah and no doubt excited about how the sale of The Min will make such a difference to their 'bottom line'.  Never mind the 300 years of history of this rather unique hospital, the people who work in it and the patients they help.

It will be a very sad day when they close the doors for the last time and I really don't want to be there when they do.  I'll be happy to remember it as a vibrant, thriving place which is more than a little bit special.

Friday, 27 November 2015

1963

Friday.  Archive Day.

1963 was a very good year, for a number of reasons.

While I was getting my first taste of this thing called life, The Uncle, who taught teachers how to teach in Belfast, spent 1963 as visiting Professor in the University of Toledo, which, as you all know, is in Ohio.   I recently came across a few transparencies of his from that time and thought they warranted some space on this place.

Here is the man himself, relaxing in front of his apartment:



You can tell he was relaxing, since he was wearing his lounge suit.  In those days people had standards, y'know.

The inside of his apartment was sparsely furnished, but adequate for him and his wife.  He must have liked it, as he took a snap of it:


The Uncle and his wife did their best to see as much of the country as they could during their year-long stay.  Their very best.  Really, they did.

This was, I am led to believe, Detroit - near the Civic Center.


I like the sight of those big cars just edging in from the left there.  Some real Detroit Steel there, just waiting to guzzle some more gas once those darn people in those funny coats get out of the way.

1963 was long before Americans had heard of the words 'oil crisis' and economise just wasn't in their vocabulary.  Just look at these little 'ol coupés with their white wall tires (Ed: 'tires'? Must we?) resting outside Synder Hall in Toledo:


Meanwhile, back in Detroit, The Uncle is all dressed up again and clearly he's been a-shoppin'. 


From the size of the box of chocolates I think it's reasonable to assume they were visiting friends.  Either that or they were heading back to their hotel to have a cosy night in, perhaps to watch The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson.  Hang on, it might have been this hotel room:


That's him there in the middle, next to his wife.  The other couple are I believe his boss, colleague and Dean of the Faculty ('Ed') and his wife.  The Uncle made life-long friends with Ed, who visited him in Belfast regularly once retirement came his way.

It would appear they spent Christmas in New York:


I don't know who these people are below, but clearly the dress code was white gloves for the ladies, black for the child:


Impressive Christmas window displays for 1963, though.

Presumably this was the Rockerfeller Center...


...and presumably this was Niagara Falls:



The writing on the slide mount would indicate that this shot below was taken in Howard's Inn, Gatlinburg, which is in Tennessee.  Gateway to the Smoky Mountain National Park, Gatlinburg is, apparently.


The old Ektachrome colours have lasted the pace well, don't you think?  And here is the aforesaid National Park - or part of it, anyway:


While he was there, The Uncle squeezed in a visit to Biltmore, North Carolina.


Biltmore is the somewhat immodest family home of the Vanderbilts and runs to some 178,926 sq feet.  Yes, that's correct.  I know - on the large size of large, isn't it?  Still in Vanderbilt hands today, it is apparently the largest private home in the USA.  Makes you think, doesn't it?  Mostly about the size of the heating bills...

And he found some time to get to the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia, although this may have been a fleeting visit, perhaps on a train:



And I did mention Chicago, didn't I?  The famous shot everyone takes on the Eisenhower Expressway as it disappears under the Stock Exchange building:



What's that?  Toledo University?  Oh yes, well, clearly that was the reason my uncle found himself in the USA.  Hmm?  Photographs?  Well, yes, I did find one or two:


Aw will you look at that lonely wee red car there, parked beside the ticket machine.  From the look of it, all the others were in the car park:


And lastly we have one shot of him actually going to work.


You see, The Uncle must have done some work that year, in between all the sight-seeing.  Well I don't blame him.  I mean, you have to make the most of these opportunities when they come your way, don't you?  And he certainly did, bless him.

Thursday, 26 November 2015

The Poisoned Glen

Last of the colour snaps of Donegal, then.  And what better place than The Poisoned Glen, what you first seen here, in B&W, if you recall.

It looks good in Provia-colour-vision, I have to admit:





Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Dunlewey Church

The old ruined church at Dunlewey, just at the foot of Errigal.


Yes, I know, the frame is a tad full.  Had the Nikon with the 180mm attached, y'see.  A bit long, it was.  Still, nice evening light, though.  You saw it before, in B&W, if you remember.

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Errigal

A quick blast back to Donegal, then, in Fuji Provia-colour this time.  Errigal - thon big hill thing way out west, near where the land stops and the Atlantic takes over.


I know, it's shrouded in cloudy stuff.  It usually is.


But just occasionally the cloud lifts and then you get to see it in for real:


I know - I preferred it covered in cloud too.