Writing’s a long, solitary slog at the best of times – and an extremely enjoyable one at that – but there’s still time for other distractions, Apart from my wife, there’s five that I manage to find time for; reading, travel photography, aviation photography, scale modelling, and playing guitar. Want to know a little more? Want to see a few, low resolution, reduced size from originals? Then read on.
I wasn’t into travel until around 1996 when I had to go to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah State, Malaysia to do some research for my PhD. Since then, the bug has bitten bad. Thankfully my wife is more keen than I am, particularly for animals, so there’s no arguments. Except about where next.
Cameras and travel go hand in hand. Selfies, happy snaps, whatever you call them, they’re handles upon which memories hang. Digital cameras and videos have totally revolutionized travel. There’s still a place for SLRs with large lenses (have a few myself), but compact cameras and mobile phones now mean there’s absolutely no excuse; and you’re always prepared.
On and off since my first stint at University (1981) I’ve spent time hanging around airfields sniffing avgas. It’s the aircraft in flight that gets to me, keeps me coming back. Museums? Sometimes, but aircraft are meant to fly, be used, not gather dust.
Early photos taken with an old 35mm box style camera, fixed lens, fixed focus. Moved up through Practika and Pentax 35mm, to early Canon digital, until now I’ve got some decent Nikon kit; with a lens or two.
There’s something therapeutic about sitting at a desk trying to get pieces of plastic or wood to fit together in a preordained, sensible manner. It’s my late father’s fault. He caved into the peer pressure I was feeling as a five year old kid, bought me an old Airfix kit of a Sopwith Camel, and then lost a few hairs trying to put it together! I’ve kept up the hobby ever since, expanded it into wooden ship models. It is one of the few, clear and lasting links to my father and my childhood that I have. Each time I make one of these it’s like I can sense him in the smell of glue and paint.
A habit picked up at uni and never quite shaken. I was part of a garage band once, but work got in the way. Now, it’s recreation only and scaring the neighbors. Two axes of choice.