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Thursday 29 March 2012

Blurred photo, anyone?


One of the characters in my latest novel  is a young, ambitious photographer working on a provincial newspaper in the 1960's. My research on the subject was going  well until I met an old college friend I'll call Angela, who spent several years  as a  freelance photographer. After offering lots of useful advice on the subject, she asked what I was like as a snapper ( a cool word in the sixties.) Cringing, I handed her my mobile phone ( 5.0 megapixel autofocus and no doubt  very uncool.) I have to say her face was a picture. Below are some of Angela's  favourites from my' portfolio' which she's planning to use in her forthcoming book  'What to do when The Camera Lies.'




York Minster after three glasses of wine



My wardrobe taken without glasses



Mr Guernsey Writer driving by roadworks




And finally...My 'fairy granddaughter' flying away


Can't see what's wrong with them, myself...






4 comments:

Gloria Horsehound said...

I like them all.Love the blue frocks GG...
And nothing wrong with blurring...I've always thought it lends a certain softness to pictures..That's why whenever Mr Horsehound takes a slightly blurred pic I tend to prefer it to his perfect ones. Disguises facial imperfections...you know what I mean:)

Anonymous said...

I also think they are ace. Just wish I could take such thrilling 'photos Mrs P!

clo said...

Perfection is boring!

Guernsey Girl said...

Who wants to be perfect anyway, (Apart from Guernsey Millie, of course - it's in the genes...)