from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
The first post of 2021.
I
The hour past
The bells chimed
One year confined to the history books
One year to look forward to
II
Late Nights
Laced with wine, food, drinking and song
Leads to a long nap under the duvet
Lying in on the downward strait to twelth night
III
Promises made – Resolutions
in changing and interesting times
enjoying a feast at the first day of the year, while
some prepare, to head out for bargains
#Octpowrimo #Photography #Digital
I remember when
photos were stored away
on rolls of brown film
and getting the picture
required alchemy
Magic paper
bringing scenes of colour
to life onto
white backgrounds
with square borders
Trips to the chemist
a necessity
for those precious memories
of a warm summers day
to be brought to life
computer succeeds the chemist
speeding up the process
chemical symbols changed to 0s and 1s
delivered in a day
Smile!
you’ve got more pics in your hand
more memories to store
more smiles to save
#SoCs #Old&New #OldandNew #Photography
When it comes to the Old and the new, i always go to the subject of photography for a comparison.
When i was little i used a Kodak Extachrome camera to take photos of Mum and Dad and my little sister it had a cartridge that looked like this
You knew what frame you were at at the film because the number in the cartridge changed each time you turned the dial. Later i’d get my hands on a Miranda 35mm camera , which had a counter on the camera.
You might get an extra frame of film from these, but you ran the risk of snapping the film – and losing your images.
Kodak brought in a new system called Advantix – and i got my hands on one of these through an offer on a cereal packet. This system gave me three formats of film to play with…”Classic”, “High Def”, and “Panoramic”. I liked the Panoramic – as i got more into my pictures
In addition the camera gave us an index shot. However despite all the whistles and bells, i had to wait for the processor to get the prints of the film. With the Advent of the Digital Camera – all this changed.
This little card could hold much more than an Advantix Cartridge could, and transferring the images was reletively easy. Holding 20 or 30 times more than my original roll of extachrome film.
#fowc #Glimpse
Getting a short eyeshot at the
latest upgrade to the tech in your pocket
is like playing with dynamite, for you’ve seen
maybe one or two features – and now, your
portable friend’s shine seems to have lost its brightness
some say – its good to see what’s coming ahead
except for those who’s garden shed is overflowing with old stuff
#Fowc #Cash
I remember as a kid
collecting the copper coins
in an old tea caddy
Ten penny chocolate drops
your average spend
for a little lads pocket
sweets switched for comic books
saving enamel for copper
and a weeks reading funnies
Hello Mister Twenty Pence
Farewell Mr Pound Note
Miss Shiny Pound has Arrived
Gold Coins saved for Blue Notes
Blue Notes saved for Orange Notes
Orange Notes saved for Purple Notes
Plastic for Paper ? A Surprise indeed
Silver shines in the plastic interior
Value reflected in a fancy Hologram
Salford, 30th December 2018
The seconds tick on by
With each single grain of sand
Falling softly into the hourglass
Each second passing
Moments in history
As the grains keep falling
And Father Time watches
As his birthday approaches
And it’s time to shave the beard off
Salford 23rd September 2018
I remember the day i first bought them,
fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory
They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in
so over the next few days – i wore them in the house
as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road
getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm
being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while
time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior
My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness
wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin
Nineteen Eighty Four
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”
Orwell got it wrong in that novel of the same name.
Why ? I hear the humble reader ask…
It’s quite simple – unless its of a medical nature – nothing can be as fearful to a young mind more than your first day at a new school.
I go past the old places from time to time – amalgamations mean there’s now one great super-school on a Salford Street, servicing the needs of all 11+ year Roman Catholic children in the area – that is of course – if they haven’t passed the entrance exam to the Grammar school in the next door city.
I’m drawn back to my own experience…
Large brown coloured buildings greet me. A building a lot different to the Junior school i’d been at not a few months ago. The birds have landed in a much different nest since flying the primary coop…all I could see is squares – lots of squares. Its a bit overbearing – can I go back to the old place ? I hear another pupil ask his mum…It heightens the fear
Directed towards the cafeteria – the new intake are led in a waiting pattern. I head through a door to hear a bell ring, and a torrent of bodies passes by.
Chattering classes discussing the new term and the morning events – new opportunities and new subjects to be learned. Fifth years checking out the lambs to the slaughter. Well to do Mums and Dads proudly waving embarrassed second years goodbye.
We receive a welcome from the Head and his deputy , and our new form tutors. We are then led down a corridor by an older lad a “prefect”- into what seems like a maze of classrooms
We’re then divided into two…some friends stay together – whilst others meet new friends from other primary schools.
One group takes a sharp left – Art , Pottery, Ceramics…whilst the group i’m in takes a different turn – Technical Drawing, Metalwork, Woodwork
The smell of cooking hits my nose as we stop – Home Economics – or as I knew it later “Cooking” lay a short distance away…so what wonderful class did we end up at?
“Here’s the place”, the prefect smiled.
Needlework.
