Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2008/10/01
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]Frank Meadow Sutcliffe, July 1899 If a boy feels as he grows up that he has poetry in his soul, let him beware what channel he attempts to pour out that poetry through. It will be easiest through the channel of music, more difficult through painting, harder still through words as poetry, but it will not flow at all if he tries photography, the poetry in him will for ever be bubbling up, but if he has unfortunately chosen photography as an outlet for his passion, he might as well have been born without a soul at all - he will be like a sweet singer with his tongue chained to a stone. Frank Meadow Sutcliffe, March 1910 There is, perhaps, something about morocco leather which reminds a dog of the Elysian fields. It was a lens cap, morocco bound outside, velvet inside, which Charlie devoured first. A cork out of a pyro bottle fortunately fitted the lens-hood exactly. Then, after eating the cap, while my head was under the focussing cloth, Charlie devoured the leather case, with all the stops in it. This was an insurmountable difficulty. I know I wrote to the maker of the lens to ask what a new set would cost, but as the amount was more than I possessed, I determined to do without. That is why I was saved from underexposure, which I should surely have been led into with a multitude of stops. I had always wondered why we call them stops - Douglas There's more here - on chairs and clouds are both rather amusing. Cheers Douglas