It has been a thoroughly dislocated summer, one in which Phoebe has learned the meaning of 'discombobulation' and used it correctly many times. But after all the vicissitudes of the last four months we are able to focus a little more clearly now, and see that we have gained some good perspectives even though a few things remain blurry. If I sound like a photography manual, it's because I've been reading one. I have a new camera to go with my new vision and, for once, I read the instructions before playing with it. It's a Leica D-Lux 4 and I love it.*
I'm not sure which settings I'll use on a regular basis, but so far the camera has done a good job in making the tunnel of runner beans at Helmingham Hall look green and very pleasant (but just what will they do with all those beans?).
It's made the peaches in the same garden look incredibly peachy (they also smelt deliciously peachy).
It has picked up texture on an old terracotta rhubarb forcer as well as the crinkles and shine on ruby chard leaves.
It makes the scene of allotments below Orford Castle look grandly British.
And it sees red (and rot) very clearly.
It does clever things on aperture prioritywith fennel on blue skies,
and brings out the sweetness of sweet peas bought from a table outside a local house where payment is via an honesty box.
So far my little Leica has helped me to see the good things that are going on. I hope it lasts a long time.
*all photos seen here since 14 August have been taken with the new camera.