Did you go? It was very good and some of the food was outstanding.
Bedworth & Exhall Camera Club, Local friendly club. Watch, Learn and enjoy all things photographic from this long established fully affiliated club.
Antiques Roadshow came to Compton Verney on Tuesday 2nd July 2019.
This to be televised later in the year. Great setting on a lovely day.
All eyes and cameras (phones) on Fiona Bruce.
Friends and I go to Northern Ireland for a holiday every other year.
This picture is a waterfall taken in Country Antrim
It’s summer now and lots of events are taking place around the country. This photo is from the annual Dragon Boat race which is held in Brindley Place and raises money for charity.
The OVO Energy Women Tour is six stages of cycling across England and Wales of the worlds elite women cyclists. The forth day (stage 4) came through Bulkington, Bedworth and surrounding areas. This is the Peloton group coming through Bulkington. The stage was 158 km long and took just 4 hours and 35 minutes to complete. They came and went in a flash!!
Audley End House
One of the greatest house's in early 17th century England . In about 1605-14
Thomas Howard 1st Earl of Suffolk built it on the site of the former Walden Abbey.
Robert Adam rebuilt it for Sir John Griffin in 1760 while Capability Brown remodeled the surrounding parkland.
Portleven Cornwall - The quay is about 100yds long and was built to provide safety from the Altantic waves.
Unfortunately this picture was taken a reasonably low high tide. Other defences have been built to provide safety for the harbour and properties during winter storms.
This picture is in memory of my friend.
We were out taking some shots for a future competition and I decided to take a picture whilst Veronica was enjoying the view, this was taken on 26th March and Veronica passed away suddenly on the 28th March 2019.
I miss my friend.
The tulip was enjoying the sun in the back garden as much as I was. It was shining back brightly, and was wide open to catch the rays. It therefore had to be photographed... not even on macro setting, fore-arms on knees for stability, whilst sitting in front of it. A polarising lens prevented reflected glare. A watering can provided the "dew-drops".
I happened to be in Coventry at the same time as the Knife Angel, and couldn't resist the shot.
The sculpture was made at the British Iron Works in Oswestry, Shropshire by sculptor Alfie Bradley using over 100,000 knives/blades etc provided by (eventually) all the police forces in the UK. It has toured several British cities as part of a campaign to highlight/reduce knife-crime.
Each year at Easter the Bedworth Saints Scooter Club assemble and ride to distribute Easter Eggs to Fairfield Care Home and George Eliot Hospital.
1, The BECC schedule has been changed in May, the two activities on the 14th and 28th have swapped places.
The schedule on the website has been updated.
2, We have slot vacancies on the POTW planner (Members section - Club Files and guides) so if you did not have the opportunity on Tuesday or effectively avoided the prowling members with the sheet, you can see the dates and select your own.
1, The Club Schedule has been updated and uploaded to the website. Please go to the site and note any new activities and changes.
2, A members survey has been placed into the Members are - Club Documents, Files and Guides. If you could fill this in and bring it to the club meeting that would be great but printed copies will also be available
Why does one choose photography as a hobby, as opposed to the more practical, more productive and definitely healthier , gardening, fishing , or even cooking?
Or does it choose the person?
I once had a well - known photographer brother-in –law who believed that real photographers were born . He agreed that anyone could learn the craft , but that the ‘born’ photographer had an instinctive feeling for it. Don’t get me wrong, he didn’t believe that born photographers were always good photographers--just that they had this special ‘thing’ - which always showed.
He joined a well known photo club in a large factory in Coventry. He always won which didn’t go down well with the members, so he agreed to be handicapped. I had visions of his arms or legs being broken, and never found out exactly how they did it. He won again, then stepped down and became a judge.
As a child my mother cooked for an elderly couple every evening, taking me with her. .I had to sit still and behave. It was the most boring two hours of my week day. Nothing to do and nothing to read but a pile of boring gardening magazines I found under some cushions .
I complained –very loudly- but still had to go.
One day a neighbour left a large bundle of photographic magazines for the couple to look at before throwing them out.
I picked one up – and was hooked.. Why? I don’t know.
Those were the days when they contained few colour photo’s .They should have bored me as a seven year old.
We didn’t go at weekends, and I couldn’t wait until Mondays to get at that special bundle. Mum was happy. I wasn’t pestering her as she cooked.
.It was to be a few years later that I met my future brother in law and learnt of his ‘obsession’ with photography. He passed on to me his weekly photo magazines- and there I was, off again.
I had my first camera at fourteen, a second hand plastic (or bakelite) Coronet, ( Mum thought it was another ‘phase’ I was going through.)
It took sixteen two and a quarter inch square pictures. I used it as often as I could afford film and processing at the chemist. I still have some of the negatives.
One day a few years later, great tragedy struck.
I left it on a bus and no –one handed it in.
I lived on tea , cornflakes and beans for three weeks and bought another camera with the wages I’d saved.
By then there was a lot of colour film about, but after a few dabbles with it I went back to black and white.
That was all a long time, and a lot of photography ago.
I learned to process all films and transparencies, but my favourite is always black and white.
I believe I have what my brother-in law called that ‘inbuilt special instinct’ for photography, and whether I’m any good at it or not - as long as the passion is there --it doesn’t matter a scrap.