Stockwood Park Festival of Transport

Very changeable weather greeted this Show, I arrived under grey clouds, but soon came milky sunshine, followed by spits of drizzle and occasional sunshine, but overall it was grey. Nobody seemed to mind, children played in family groups and asked improbable questions of amused parents, whilst enthusiasts of all ages discussed technical features of exotic or simply early vehicles, and many white-haired gents reminisced of distant youth, their memories jogged by the sight of cars and bikes from an earlier era.

I found myself looking at a black Standard Vanguard in poor shape that took me back to my father’s identical car that we had in Malaya in 1949; a car incidentally whose handbrake I managed to release on our sloping garden which ended with the car in a ditch, up against a chain-link fence with a smashed headlamp!

I also noted how some car marques retained their symbolic badges, whereas others were in a constant state of flux – the Vauxhall Gryphon being a case in point for the latter.

I spent a fair time in search of a friend I knew to be marshalling and manning a Jaguar stand, only to be found by him whilst I was talking to some Jaguar enthusiasts – I was only two cars away from his car without realising it! We took some time chatting and looking around before heading to the Discovery Centre.

A Day in Essex

I had been consulted about how to move forward with Lightroom once the catalogue was filling up, and after a change to a full-frame dSLR, so having described what was necessary, and why, now had come the time to go over to fit and test the purchases.

I had been so concerned for the overall scheme, I managed to completely forget the tools for the task – I was planning to backup the original internal hard drive to a new external one, then remove the existing drive and replace it with a larger capacity and faster (7200rpm) one – for that I need my Torx drives; so guess where they were? Home! So, my first port of call was a local Maplins.

Thus armed, I plugged in the new eSATA drive into a handy twin-port card into the MacBook Pro’s Express 34 slot. Using Carbon Copy Cloner I proceeded to create a bootable backup, because this clone was due to replace the existing full internal drive. Something I learned along the way when I came to test the results of the transfer was that eSATA from the slot would not be recognised for booting despite the correct GUID partition on the external unit, so to verify what I had transferred would boot, I had to connect temporarily using USB. All was well, so now it was time to carefully remove the existing drive.

I marvelled at the beautiful simplicity of using the clip to remove part of the back panel, and then to see diagrams printed within to explain removal of the drive and replacement of RAM – Thank you Jonathan Ive! I removed the existing four pins that support the drive in rubber mounts and put these onto the incoming drive, reloaded the old data, booted up – all tested fine. Then all the various components were put into their new configuration and finally tested.

During the lulls when the re transfer was taking place we had a short time in the garden and then a walk along the nearby canal where I managed to capture shots of Demoiselle damselflies and blooms. Oh, and a fearsome guard dog!

Pirton Pond Life, and beyond

Saturday seems a long way away now, especially since the day was so warm and sunny, and we are now back to the more traditional English grey. I went for a drive to amongst other places, Shillington, Pirton and Clophill, and the majority of the time was spent at the vibrant Pirton Blacksmith’s Pond.

I was truly amazed by the amount of wildlife present in such a small area, the water was clear, or should I say transparent, as the amount of small leaves and branches was high. It was so clear that it was easy to see just how abundant was the fish life. Not being an expert I cannot be sure whether the orange fish were carp or goldfish, but as you can see from one shot there were brown fish as well.

There were several different types of bees, at least two types of hoverfly and more than one type of damsel fly, as well as both sexes, some mating, as could sometimes be seen by pairs in flight. There were lacewings and midges and common flies, one such had failed to realise its weight and was slowly drowning as it was unable to walk on water as the water boatmen were. There were also some caterpillars with striking colours and structures. It was so hot that I had to keep removing my glasses to clear the condensation to be able to keep shooting. I was trying very hard to try to capture damsel flies in flight, but they knew exactly how long I would take to focus, and would change direction just before I managed to succeed. If I then decided to capture them on a reed or iris, again only rarely was I swift enough!

From Pirton I went towards Clophill where I found a stream and whilst there met a fisherman and photographer who later very kindly took me into his fishing area pointing out a field favoured by lapwings and before the weather closed in, I only managed to get some quick shots of some greylag over-flying.

College Lake Nature Reserve

The recently opened Visitor Centre at College Lake is nearing completion; the outside landscaping is yet to be completed. The building and its interior is a very interesting structure, and very carefully placed to provide excellent views of this one-time Chalkpit. It stands such that for most of the day, the sun is behind, and is curved to ensure that only the evening rays fall on the far front where the restaurant area lies. The lake itself has beautiful landscaping, several islands and a splendid octagonal hide.

The Visitor Centre is topped with soil and grass, and is surrounded by baskets of varied vegetation. Once I had entered I was very impressed with what has been done to the interior. The staff were very welcoming and I asked whether anyone objected to my taking photographs of the interior; permission was readily given. There was a superb exhibition of large photos of wildlife and many explanatory boards especially aimed at informing children and adults alike. I had initially thought I might have to come back at another time because I did not have a wideangle lens, but after I had sat down with a cup of tea, I realised I did have a zoom with a moderate wideangle so popped this on and took a few shots.

After my tea I tried in vain to capture some of the swallows and then went back to my shorter zoom and took some exterior shots and some details. It is obvious that the architects for this project have put a lot of thought into what has been built and how the outside area will be finished. I do hope this whole site is a success, my only concern is the size of the car parking area which was almost full, and the entrance, as it is onto a narrow and busy highway.

It is well worth a visit.

Pigeon Fancying

Although there are several pigeons in the area, they generally spend their time flying from one rooftop or treetop to another and occasionally dive into the privacy of the pine trees, but two came and relaxed in more open branches, and because of the wind and occasional drizzle these two snuggled down to rest. For a time they seemed to take it in turns for shuteye; I never saw both with their eyes shut. These two were noticeable as they had long and grey beaks and somewhat poor grooming.

Then suddenly in flew another, much plumper bird, better coat and an orange beak. I have no idea of the sex of birds, so I have no idea whether this was a male and the earlier pair males, but this newcomer landed alongside the upper of the pair and immediately began ‘tonguing’ with it! A few moments later the one that had been on the lower branch joined the couple to claim the attention of the incomer, but after a few shared moments the new bird turned back to its first choice after a brief threesome clutch, then it was all over and the original pair were back on their own. There seemed a short period when they nodded to each other, before the luckier one posed proudly and both flew off!

I have no real idea as to what just took place, and I have no better idea as to the relative genders! But it was fascinating behaviour whilst it lasted, and I had never seen it before.

Flowers and Pollination

I am quite sure that Corfu has far more interesting garden life than Caddington, but half an hour spent in my own back garden just yesterday lunchtime, nevertheless reminded me of the young Gerald Durrell and his fascination for the closeup world of a wall in ‘My Family and Other Animals’.

All this group of images were taken handheld with just the one lens and no flash. They did however rely on the intermittent bright sunshine between scudding large Cumulus clouds, and the dying down of the breeze; and not a little on the amazing high ISO response of the Canon 5D MkII – most were taken at 1600 ISO! If I had steadier hands the yield would have been greater, but what I lack in steadiness I make up for in patience and determination.

The TUC-biscuit spider was barely a millimetre in total length, and these bees were tiny compared to ones I’ll see later in the year, most were less than a centimetre and a half, they were also very energetic – I wonder they ever had time to gather nectar! A true gardener would have been horrified by the couple of clusters of black aphids that populated a pair of flower stems, but I wanted to get as detailed a shot as I could, so persevered to get the shot I did. The fine hairiness of the stem made an entirely natural home for this colony.

This lunch break was my Gerald Durrell moment.

Lilac in Bloom

Graced with a couple of days with brilliant sunshine into very late afternoon, gave me a chance to have nice light on the lilac blossom in my front garden, so I just grabbed the camera and popped in a card and took about fifteen or so shots so that I had some raw material for occasional cards.

I also wanted to ensure that keywords were present as a test from Lightroom (it took a conversation with John Beardsworth to make me see something that was hidden in plain sight – thank you John!)

I just love the high key feel to these images. Even the presence of cars and houses is less obtrusive.

Bluebell Woods – Return Visit

I timed my arrival at Ashridge for the end of the day, when the lower level of the sun shone deepest into the woods, and was ever-changing. Remembering some of what happened from a lighting standpoint from my last visit was useful.

I happened to be talking to someone else with a camera, in an area with no sunshine, and I said that shortly the sun would go low enough to penetrate this far into the woods and would light up the log across the path in front of us. He was amazed that barely thirty seconds later a shaft of light fell just where I had indicated, and slowly spread wider! Sadly, he managed only the one shot as his battery then ran out. He was grateful however that I had suggested he take a longer exposure stopped right down and using his time delay.

Not long after there was a group of foreign twenty-somethings trying to use their time delay to take a group shot with much hilarity as the photographer made his way back to the group in a stooping run to fall in a heap as the shutter fired; they were all in hysterics after several failed attempts, so I offered to take the shot of all of them, at least admitting it could never be quite as much fun! They were happy for me to do so, and they then took a look at some of what I had taken, one girl then came over to ask how they might see my shots, and as I finished taking that shot, she came out with the immortal words: “Do you come here often?” to which my obvious reply was: “That sounds awfully like a chat-up line!” We both laughed. When I mentioned the incident to my younger married daughter, she was equally amused!

Oh, and yes this time I made very sure that Image Stabilisation was OFF!

Of Birds and Bluebells

Somewhat late in the day I set off once more for Tringford reservoir, but my normal route was barred for some reason beyond Whipsnade, so I had to return and take an alternative route via Studham. They were holding their May Fair, and the organisers must have been delighted by the response, there was barely a square foot of space left; cars were parked along the verges for nearly half a mile! This diversion was to influence what happened after I left Tringford to return.

I met Bob the Bailiff resting on a bench in the woods, and he immediately offered to take me out in a boat on the lake, which I gratefully accepted.

I wanted to test using a gimbal head on my tripod, and although it may seem obtuse to use a tripod in a boat, it does in fact make some sense, as these were shallow draught boats.

Bob does not take kindly to cormorants as the reservoir is not stocked to be their larder, but I was nevertheless happy to take shots of one perched on some branches in the water, but it was the heron we were actually trying to approach, and as we concentrated on the cormorant flying off, we missed how the heron also took leave! After my trip on the water Bob introduced me to his wife, before they left for a night out at a restaurant.

I stayed on for a while, but I left after another hour and on the return trip I turned towards Ashridge, and as the light was brilliant and low. I stopped off in the bluebell woods, which was pure happenstance or serendipity, though I did not realise that accidentally my lens was set for Image Stabilisation, which should never be used when a camera is mounted on a tripod, and so much of what I took was lost. That was very careless of me. I think I shall return.

Early Start at Tringford Reservoir

I am not an early bird by nature. I tend to work till the early hours of the morning, and generally need little more than four hours' sleep; except when very tired, I rarely find I can sleep uninterrupted for eight hours.

So the thought of arriving at Tringford Reservoir at or before seven o'clock in the morning was daunting, I set the alarm for 5.15am and because I had been undecided till the last minute, I actually went to bed around 1.30am – then woke before the alarm – around five. I got up after a five-minute doze, before switching it off.

I arrived at the reservoir about a quarter to seven, and walked along the Trout stream, just catching a pair of Mallard ducks coming in to land in the field bordering the stream, there were already a handful of greylags in the centre. There were no other signs of conspicuous activity either along the length of the stream or in the Tringford lake, so I strolled over the road and into Marsworth where there were more signs of life and spotted a well camouflaged duck in the bushes, some other ducklings and Greylags on the bank and in the water, and a small birds singing its heart out!

I wandered along to where the path forked to go to Startop reservoir then turned back, and it was now that a biting wind came on, and I was heading straight into it as I headed back to Tringford and the Fisherman's jetty to meet up with the bailliff, Bob.

For the rest of the day I was capturing swans landing and taking off, Coots and Mallard trying their damnedst to get their evil way with their females, I missed several opportunities to get the heron in flight, I spotted the capture of a crayfish by a crested Grebe, the flighty visits of a Robin, and a soaring Red Kite.

I witnessed the success of two fishermen in their boats, and conversations regarding buzzers and lures, I managed to stay wakeful till around three o'clock, and reached home with definite signs of tiredness, but it had been well worth it for the images I captured.

Maydencroft May Bank Holiday

May Bank Holiday Monday was a day of April showers, and I found myself caught in three of them. I took a leisurely drive towards Maydencroft Manor, home of the Williams family, to try to capture some more of what goes on across their land. Having gained their permission once again, I wandered around capturing the colour and the wildlife to be found there.

Tom, their son was readying his offices for a new man joining Maydencroft Rural in a new venture, Jack the dog was his normal welcoming self, the peacocks were doing their barking for him, the peahen was quite unheeding nesting atop a table, Franey was gardening and Bob was on his favourite charger  striping the green sward for the first Cricket match on the 23rd.

The magnolia was in full bloom, ducks and geese were in flight, a bold blackbird was bright enough to know that if she kept close to Franey there might well be worms on offer, the young black lambs were occasionally gambolling in the front field, and a lone robin was keeping an eye on me whilst I took pictures of one of the peacocks.

There was a massive pizza-shaped pair of fungi close by the statue of a maiden, and the bluebells were out in the woods. the very first shot in the gallery was taken in a gorgeous valley just beyond Luton Airport taken on my journey over, because there was such wonderful lighting dappling the valley wherein lies Offley Chase. Spring and early summer in England is  a beautiful place, and should never be under-estimated. It is certainly a green and pleasant land.

Creative Suite 5 is now – Available!

Photoshop (and the rest of the Creative Suite) CS5 is now available on the streets.

Certainly the response I received from someone at the University of Bedfordshire when I discussed some of its features yesterday and let him see what Russell Brown had to say, suggests they will be putting in orders this summer! He could see straightaway how the students will be able to take advantage of Puppet Warp in their work.

I hope I can show them much more of what has gone into this product in several key areas; it’s only a shame I do not have the expertise to show just how powerful the new painting tools are. Try the wet and mixer brushes if you want to turn an existing photo into a painting, and if you can paint, then try your hand on a blank canvas, let your creative juices flow.

Anyone who is wondering what CS5 brings to the table could do a lot worse than pay a visit to Dr. Russell Preston Brown’s excellent website. Go for it!

Showery Stockwood

Having had a very productive and instructive morning with a technician at the University in Luton, I came back close to the entrance to the Discovery Centre, and decided I’d pay a quick visit. There was milky sunshine as I went around to take stock. I met one of the gardeners and learnt he would be leaving at two o’clock, so dashed back to pick up cameras as he was willing to be photographed, and was doing some exquisite topiary work to the miniature hedge borders in the decorative gardens.

It was now drizzling with rain on my return, but hey, that puts raindrops on leaves and flowers! I was quite surprised that although it is still very early in the season, there was a lot of colour and interest. I was surprised by what I managed to find. The gardeners and staff have done a great job. and the Discovery Centre is well worth a visit.

Oxford Country Life

Tuesday, and I just had to get away from the computer to do some photography. Driving in the direction of Oxford was not my first choice, but I did want somewhere different, and the upper reaches of the Thames sprang to mind, but travelling without Jane (my trusty SatNav) I was at the mercy of my flawed bump of locality and the regional highways planners desire to put me on the A40 or M40 at all costs, and to make it very difficult to find small villages when close to the metropolis of Oxford, despite its abhorrence of the motor car.

I came close to Garsington and immediately off the main road towards Denton there was a passing place sufficiently close to another on the opposite side, so I felt it was safe to park for a short while. I had spotted some very large well-fed crows in a field largely given over to dandelions, but they were averse to my capturing them in this setting, so having readied my camera, I chose to start on my lunch.

Soon I spotted an ingenious farming vehicle equipped to muck-spread, involving twin augurs or Archimedes screws that flung dung far and wide from a large hopper. It was sufficiently intriguing to warrant my recording it in action. Having taken some shots that illustrated how it worked, I spotted a Red Kite circling low overhead, and was soon doing my best to get some shots. It was soon joined by its mate and they both gently soared around together, enjoying the mild warmth and some gentle thermals. I had a chat with the driver when he had evacuated the bowels of his vehicle, and learnt that there were several Red Kites in the vicinity, and suggested where I might go to catch sight of more.

As it turned out I only saw one more, and although hovering, it was far more distant; instead I found a tit and a one-legged pheasant, and several displays of flowers – tulips, daffodils, magnolia and purple clumps on drystone walls. I also met several women out walking their dogs or with young children, who were generally happy to chat. Later, rather than drive straight back I stopped off at Marsworth and Tringford reservoirs and found some young duck families in the last rays of the evening sun.

My daughter’s Westcott garden

England’s summer arrives on St. George’s Day. Friday is not a normal day to spend in a garden unless on holiday, but it proved to be ideal – mildly warm and sunny. It was a day when Spring was not yet over and the birds were in abundance with joyous song and much flirting and flitting about. I saw a robin, sparrows, blue tits and even a goldfinch with overhead, gulls, crows and pigeons. A lone self-set tulip stood proud to be away from the crowd, with a silver birch beyond.