Late Autumn

Back in the days of film I used to lock away (if only metaphorically, as the key to the cupboard is even longer lost) colour film in the Autumn months to ensure I didn’t waste it as the leaves changed colour. Though I plead guilty ot have taken pictures of autumn leaves, there didn’t seem to be any good reason to repeat the offence as it was a message I’d already stated.

Film cost money, soemthing which, back then, was usually in short supply, but while the marginal cost per frame of 35mm film was perhaps around 10p, for digital it is virtually zero. We pay up front in terms of camera, computer & software, and almost the only cost per digital image is for the storage medium, and with hard drives now at a few pence per gigabyte that is almost too small to calculate. Of course the total cost has to take into account the hardware and software, but each extra exposure you make reduces the cost per exposure.

Film – except in a few very specialised cases – is now simply an affectation, though people tell me it is making a resurgence. But if people want to waste time and money why should I stand in their way. You are welcome – but just don’t try to tell me there are any advantages. Its a hair shirt I’m happy for you to wear.

So when I went with some of my family to Burnham Beeches there was no real reason not to take pictures (though I certainly didn’t take any film.) Except perhaps that I didn’t find the subject matter particularly inspring in the way that walking down a city street might well be. Though to be honest I did manage to get myself fairly wrapped up in it, so that I didn’t notice the rest of my family wandering off and getting lost while I was taking the first of these pictures.

I’d told them that we needed to go the way I was going, but when I took my eye away from the viewfinder and looked around they had disappeared. I’d photographed the map at the infromation centre as we started our walk, so I knew exactly where I was, but they insisted on following a printed map for a walk that started elsewhere.

I wasn’t worried about them, or about meeting up again, as I knew they would eventually have to find their way back to where the car we had come in was parked, though it would take them rather longer than it would take me. I did try to phone them, but wherever they had gone there was no signal, and it was only half an hour later that we managed to get back in touch – and to go and find a pub for a meal.

There is a little more about the walk and a couple more pictures on My London Diary:
Burnham Beeches

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