We’re off to Paris early on Tuesday morning to take part in the protests at COP21. We’re going to sing with a Rise-Up choir initiative, joining people from street choirs from Britain and radical French choirs. And we’ll hopefully do some Rebel Clowning with the French Le |BAC, ‘Brigade Activiste des Clowns’. As I won’t have time or access to internet and my computer when we’re in Paris, my advent blog posts will be messed up. So, I’m going to do three before I go and three to catch up when I get back. The first post, then, is this impressionist picture of a bird in flight, a swallow actually. When I was a teenager, two of my passions were photography and bird watching. I was introduced to both by my mother’s partner and I still enjoy them very much. Thanks, Vin. My first attempt to ‘better myself’ after leaving school with no qualifications and being kicked out of agricultural college, which I attended only half-heartedly, was to attempt to get into college to study photography. Although I studied for two A levels, even enjoying and retaining something from sociology, I didn’t get in to college. When I think how technically inept and conceptually naïve my ‘portfolio’ was I still blush. So, this year when my mum suggested I enter the wildlife photographer of the year, I laughed a lot. Some things never change Check out the quality of work those wildlife photographers produce! Anyway, my best wildlife picture this year, from Spring I think, is this swallow picture. I took the original with an old mobile phone with no flash at dusk as the bird flashed past our home: it’s a blur. Still, I quite like what I finally produced, and most of all I enjoyed doing it.
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