Welcome to Breakfast in America
My photo journal is an eclectic mix of things; there’s no guiding theme or topic. It is whatever happens to catch my attention, what I’ve been thinking, doing, and whatever my current obsessions are. At the moment, they are clearing some of the backlog on my ‘honey-do’ list, backpacking, hammock camping, and, I’m always, taking pictures.
Bennett, Goring, Allman
I’m pretty sure this was the year Bob and Ann turned up unexpectedly.
But it is so long ago no one can remember.
I went to college with Bob and Roy, and we’ve kept in touch ever since. In fact, for at least twenty years we met just about every New Year’s Eve to celebrate the New Year together. Unfortunately, that tradition had to come to an end when I moved to the US.
All Left to Right. Standing: Bob, Roy, and Gary. Sitting: Ann, Jan, and Elaine. Kids: Liam, Dee, Robert, Lynn, Toby and Keith.
August Bank Holiday 1991 / 1992 (ish)
Robert’s ‘Official’ Christening Picture
The Christening of my eldest son Robert — Christening was the CofE’s term for baptism at the time, I’ve no idea if that has changed.
I found this picture a couple of days ago (2019) and set about restoring it. I just wish I’d had a higher resolution original to work with.
I remember the photo session, I used one of the studio Hasselblads and my own lighting, which was high wattage incandescent lamps. Hot! I borrowed the Hasselblad from a fellow photographer at the studio where I’d previously worked weekends shooting weddings — Thanks Geoff!
This picture captures what a cheeky chappie Robert was (and remains). The Christening gown must have got lost in the divorce, which is a shame, as here in Missouri I see a one-hundred-year-old christening gown doing the rounds, and this one is only 40 years younger.
My notes on this picture say:
[Taking this picture I used] My Photo lights which I ditched years ago (why?) And [this was] the only time I got my hands on the studio Hasselblad.
Robert is wearing my christening gown. Unfortunately, when the time came, Keith was too big to fit into it.
Old cuttings of my father
I’ve had these pictures for years
I thought it’s about time I posted them. Above: Taken in the late seventies, my father volunteered to help keep the old Gas engines going for the local museum at Eastney.