Most of the photos on this blog (including this one) were taken with my camera- a Pentax K2000 (also known as the KM.) This has been my constant (and careful) companion for the last couple of years. I have loved the quality of images I have been able to collect with it, but I have now upgraded to another Pentax- a second hand K5, and so the old one needs a new owner.
There is a very honest review of the camera here.
It would make a brilliant first camera for anyone wanting to make a step up from point-and-shoot photography into the rarefied world of the SLR- so if you are looking for a camera yourself, or a Christmas present for someone you love, then you might be interested.
The camera will come with two Pentax lens- a 18-55 mm and a 50-200 mm. Both are great lens, modern, lightweight and very usable. Check out my flickr pics down in the right hand margin to see what they can do.
I will also throw in some extras- a camera bag, a circular polarising filter (essential for landscapes) and a couple of extra lens extensions. The camera comes in its original box, and is in really good condition.
I am asking £150, which is about what you will pay for this camera on ebay without both lens.
I would love to see it go to someone who can get some real creative use out of what has been a gadget that was actually worth owning…
I have had a loooong 12 hour working day, involving a trip to Campbeltown to chair some conferences. I took the first ferry over Loch Fyne from Portavadie to Tarbet, and had time to stop and take a few photos.
Campbeltown is a wonderful strange place- right out on the far western extremities of Kintyre. Go too far and you call of the edge of the world (or I suppose, end up in Ireland.) I walked around the town to clear my head between meetings and marveled at the fact that all the shops closed at lunchtime- presumably so the shop keepers could go shopping. It is like a place in its own micro-time zone. In a good way.
A storm was on the way, and I missed the ferry on the way back by about 2 minutes, which meant I either waited for an hour (with the risk that the ferries would be off) or drove home the long way, via Lochgilphead and Inveraray. I reluctantly did the hard miles.
It was good to be home- but my, how beautiful is the place in which I live and work.
A few days ago I wrote a piece about home ownership in the UK- suggesting that it has become a national obsession, and that it might be distorting our sense of community and collective identity.
Today Michaela showed me this- I loved the way people made personal spaces out of whatever they can. Life flourishes where we love.
Just looking at some photos of our trip to Eileach an Naoimh. It was great, and there is much more to reflect on, but for now, a few pics as I should be busy setting up our house for an ‘open studios’ event;
Michaela took these pictures in Stirling the other day.
I like them as they tell some kind of story.
The old river is shit-brown
Silted up with guilty memories
Choked like a sclerotic vein
From all the lard of empire
Over on the other bank
They are still making Babel-towers above
The trough of the City
Austerity applies elsewhere-
Where people live
Where the flow
Emily, Will and I are just back from a few days in London- the first time I have been there since around 1987. We all had a great time.
We were staying with Malcolm and Alison, who looked after us brilliantly. Thanks to both of you! Alison officiated (if that is the right word) at her first communion service (she is an ordained Anglican minister) whist we were there and it was great to share this with her. Malcolm was Emily’s guide for three full days work experience in a big city hospital- she was able to be in the operating theatre for brain surgery, the removal of tumours from tiny babies and all sorts of extreme events.
William and I became tourists. We rode impossibly crowded underground trains, walked miles and miles and miles, gawped at the houses of parliament, Buckingham Palace and all sorts of other landmarks.
We went in loads of wonderful free museums- the British, the Natural History, the Science.
We watched a play (The Tempest) at the Globe theatre.
We tried to watch a 20/20 cricket match at the Oval, but it was abandoned because of rain after only two balls being bowled.
We spent an hour or two wandering the wonderful wackyness of the Tate Modern (more on this later.)
We all missed Michaela, who has had other things on up in Dunoon (including entertaining the Princess Royal!) and it is good to be home…
But it has been a great time, thanks to the generosity of friends. May they be blessed.
…and try as I might, I can not resent them for the plants that I know they will destroy.
I looked out of the front door a few minutes ago and there were two tiny fauns on the driveway, still covered in their lines of camouflage spots and speckles to hide them from the wolves and lions that no longer frequent these parts.
They are young Roe deer, around 2 or 3 weeks old.
One was shy and skipped through the hedge almost immediately. The other one lingered, perhaps curious about whose garden this was that provided such good eating.
Even when she wandered through the gap in the hedge she did not go far- watching me as I watched her. Here she is;