Wind in your hair, sun in your eyes, life is good.

We are made in God's image.  That is one of the central messages of the Genesis narrative.  God made.  Like the animals, but differentiated from them.  Only we, us humans, have his 'breath' within.  Its poetic, and profound.  And one implication is that we too create in our own image.  We see it in our children's faces, their hair colour, their stature, their aptitudes, and weaknesses.  And as we raise them, we see them take on our manners, our turn of phrase, our odd movements, reactions, even imitating our laugh sometimes.  But they also take on something of our world and its priorities, some of our big ideas, and a haphazard selection of our small ones.

How does it happen ?  Simple - you put their head out of the window, what else ?

Never stand under a bridge (and take photgraphs)

Although I've had my trusty Fuji for a few years, I have never quite managed to try all the functions out.  Perhaps its timidity, or perhaps its lack of suitable subjects on which to experiment.  But today, I decided to be different.  Boldly selecting the multi-frame continuous option, which is different from the mult-frame top, or multi-frame bottom options, I hoped to capture a David Bailey-esque sequence of classic shots as Clan Line drifted towards me.   However, it was not to be .....

Resting on an ancient but servicable camera-pole, and with iso set, programme mode set, multi-frame selected, chrome off, focus to spot, and fast focus..... I pressed the shutter release.....  click, pause, click, pause, click, pause ... ah? oh ... Its gone passed me ....  And the result is as you see.  near, nearer, in the dark (under the bridge), and gone.   Now, if I hadn't been standing at the bridge.....

Our 'Chief of Men' 70013

This was the scene as Oliver Cromwell passed through the crowds on their way to the Thorpe Park busses.  No one looked, nobody noticed, nobody paused to see what had sounded a steam whistle.  Only the old beardies on the footbridge, and I on a deserted up platform watched as Brunswick Green and Maroon slid past.  And in those few moments, we experienced a satisfaction deeper than all the the rides in all the theme parks in the world could offer.

A good start to a Bank Holiday Weekend I think.