According to my schedule, this week I should publish a photo essay. Unfortunately I haven’t prepared anything. So what I’m sharing instead is a small selection of photographs I’ve taken over the last month or so.
Replacing a lens cap
Since I no longer publish photos on a daily basis, I’ve got out of the habit of carrying my camera with me. It didn’t help that on my way back from England in March, while I was struggling through Gatwick airport, my camera tipped out of its bag onto the metal stairs of an escalator and the lens cap broke.
It took nearly a month to get my hands on a replacement. I’ve no idea why Canon have to make it so difficult to replace the lens cap on a PowerShot camera.
I got one in the end, but not before the lens on the camera became scratched. The camera has developed a habit now, when in auto-focus mode, of initially going into macro focus. It’s trying to take a photograph of the scratches on the lens. I can usually correct it, I just have to remember what the problem is. But it’s an added barrier to me wanting to take the camera out.
Real photographers, assuming any have managed to find their way here, will be laughing or sniffing at me for using auto-focus. But, as I’ve explained elsewhere on this site, my eyesight has declined to the point where I cannot focus a lens any more with my right eye. The auto-focus is essential for me.
July in photography: Ramberget and elsewhere
Some of the photos in this post are ones I have made on Ramberget. (Following on from my earlier posts this spring.) In part, this is a consequence of Corona. The park that is laid over our little mountain is the most accessible patch of green to me. I am often there, though not so very often with the camera nowadays.
Some of the other pictures are taken at Slätta damm, another local park, a little further off. A few more are taken out by the coast.
On 24th July we, my wife’s family and various married-ins, gathered at what used to be the family’s cottage by the sea. We were there to take a final farewell of the matriarch, Ulla. My brother- and sisters-in-law paddled their kayaks out to the GPS co-ordinates where, three years ago, Ulla’s husband’s ashes were scattered in the sea. Now Ulla’s ashes have joined Lennart’s just off the coast of the place they loved. It was where they spent most of their summers together for 60+ years. And where, back in the 1940s, they first met.
I was the designated photographer for the occasion. However I think most of the pictures I took are too intimate to share. But here are some macro photos of fruit and flowers in the garden. (Intentionally macro.) And a disturbing number of snails on an old shell.
Found objects and views
Finally, there are a few more pictures of various found objects and views taken around the river in town.
If you look back through the posts I have published here over the last few months, you’ll see that I have recently added a set of links to the foot of each of them. The links take you back to three other posts that are in some way related. At the end of this – as a special treat – I will put it six links to other, more well-planned photo essays!
