18. Your local pub/bar/coffee house or tea shop.
I thought this would be hard because I was thinking of a place where I regularly go as being my "local". The problem here being that Mr M and I don't drink. Now we are not anti alcoho, although I do intensely dislike what it does to people, I don't leave the house unless I am with Mr M and he cannot walk into the city centre anymore because of his knees so coffee houses and teashops are not on our radar, at least not here. How was I going to do this one. I asked Mr M.
He gave me the look - sorry, The Look
"We'll take a picture of the OWL" he said. So we did
Now you might notice that the pub is not called the OWL it is called the Royal Mail. That's because the name was changed in the 1990s when the Royal Mail paid for the outside to be painted so all the bits that are now black were pillar box red. To say thank you the brewery changed the name. It used to be called
THE OLD WHITE LION
Aaah, see I know what you thought.
Now I'll tell you a bit of a tale that is quite embarrassing for me but it even makes me laugh.
When we first moved into our house, just up the hill from here, we used to regularly meet up with my cousin and her husband and go out for a drink - Mr M had coke I would have lemonade or water. Louisa would say "We'll meet you in the OWL" but we never got there because we would stop at the Old White Lion on the way (I thought) and there they would be so we would stay there instead of going to the OWL. This went on for a couple of years until one evening as we trudged back up the hill to home I paused and gasped "Why don't we ever get to the OWL?" Mr M stopped, paused and turned. "What do you mean?" he asked. Well Louisa says she'll meet us in the OWL and then we always stop in the Old White Lion and she is there so we stay there, we never go on to the OWL... Where is the OWL?"
He tried very hard, I'll give him that. He struggled manfully to keep a straight face but it was too much. He grasped the pole of the no waiting sign at the roadside and laughed so hard no sound came out and his face went very, VERY red.
I had an inkling that I had said something that was going to echo down the years. I was right. When he finally caught his breath, and it was several minutes before that happened, he managed to whisper "Three Letter Acronym"
As I write it I can feel the flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck and across my face. "Oh bother!" I said, "Of course!" I said "I should have realised!" and then I could see that this was going to be something to talk about for years and I could also imagine my face. Thank heavens we didn't have phone cameras back then!
So that's me done with this year's Photograph Scavenger Hunt. My thanks to Rinda for setting the challenge. I really enjoyed seeking out the pictures and giving it my own personal slant. I have made a mini album and told the story of each picture on the pages.As I won a prize last year I don't want to be considered this year. I have really enjoyed it and look forward to next year.
Saturday, 17 August 2013
21. A photograph of you with an artistic tool or craft supply (you cannot substitute this one)
1. Open air market.
Those of you that have been here before know that most of my photography is done at speed. Not haste but speed, usually around 40mph because that's what Mr M slows don to when I say "OOOH Picture!" Mostly I get a hedge or a tree or a green blur, but sometimes, like when we were going through Ledbury today, he is forced to stop because the traffic lights are red.
He leaned back, I leaned sideways, used the zoom a little to cut out his arm and tummy and managed to catch these few stalls before the lights went green and we were off into the wild blue yonder... or something. It took three goes to get that picture because the first time a car went the other way - nice car too. The second one a bloke with a cigarette in his mouth was walking along and that darned delay between pressing the button and a digital camera responding meant that he was right in the middle of the picture. Third time lucky with that one.
The picture of me with my newest toy - the Bigshot - was taken by Mr M up in my craft room. so I am surrounded by craft supplies and stuff - gorgeous stuff. If you look carefully you can just see the turquoise edge of an 8x8 album sticking out above the Bigshot. That's the album that contains this years Scavenger Hunt pictures.
How clever is that? getting a picture of the album IN the album. Thinking about that is threatening to make my brain ache so I am going to stop - OH, oh, We weren't travelling anywhere for that picture because Mr M took it. We stop for him to take pictures. I might just have to start driving again, just to make him try and take pictures at 40mph... nah, too much like hard work.
Saturday, 3 August 2013
This is where I was Exceptionally Brave. I am not tall. I used to be 5 feet one and threequarter inches tall, but as I get older I am shrinking. This meant that while I could see the fisherman there was an awful lot of frondy grass waving about between me and him.
"Stand on there," said Mr M. I looked at there and realised that he meant me to step up onto a little wall. The little wall that was built to stop idiots falling down the slope and into the reservoir.
I gave him the look - sorry The Look. You know the one, it says 'You must be....... joking!'
He gave me a look. "No," he said, "step up there then onto that flat bit, I will hold you."
That made everything alright. So I stepped up there and then onto the flat bit and took the picture and was helped safely down again. We took the answer to the clue back to the car and drove on to the next place to find the answer to another clue.
We completed the Trail and I crossed another picture of the list.
Only three left now