Regular readers will be in no doubt as to the heroic, manly virtues of your photographically vigorous host Mr Shpics.
I am the embodiment of tough and macho, sneering in the face of danger, an adventurer, a devil may care vagabond, only really happy when I’m out there, lens rampant, leaping between the extreme ledges of life.
I’m five feet ten and seven eighth inches of fully fired up testosterone, (Easy ladies).
Consequently it is a rare occurrence to stumble upon me, bent at the hip, with my lens tentatively poking towards anything with petals.
Flowers? Pah!…Girly stuff !
However…I did want to see what a 50mm prime lens and a roll of Poundlands finest colour print film could do in the way of ‘Bokeh’, ( that’s that soft, out of focus, hazy, blurry, background kinda effect thingy, much loved by petal worshippers).
So….Rather than my planned photographic excursion to shoot a ‘Selfie’ using a large format film camera while abseiling naked down the side of the Petronas twin towers, I put on my corduroy slacks, freshly shined wellingtons and Alan Titchmarsh style button up cardigan, and skipped daintily into the hothouse.
“Coooeee little pretties…Where are you?”
(Incidentally, just as an aside, did you know that the Japanese also use the term ‘Bokeh’ to refer to senility? Funny that).
All Images Copyright Stuart Allan Hyde