Going for Gold

The mammoth task that is compiling records, creating proof sheets of the 55 images below and loading award-winning images on CD – all in pursuit of the accreditation EFIAP/Gold – is now finished. After I post it all off tomorrow, all I can do is wait, with bated breath (what is bated breath?), to find out if I have been successful. This will take a few months so, while I’m waiting, let’s see what the requirements are for the Platinum level …..

The Bravest Beagle

This is Vinnie, the Beagle. I met Vinnie and his owner at Skylarks Nature Reserve. When they walked along behind us, Vinnie shied away from Jan’s mobility scooter and I commented that dogs often did that. But the real explanation was actually heart-breaking. Vinnie had spent the first three years of his life in a laboratory in France and been with his new owner for just a month. When I bent down to stroke him, he flinched, and any movement, however small, had the same effect. Eventually, after nearly a quarter of an hour’s conversation, he approached me and had a good old sniff, although I still wasn’t allowed to pet him. Vinnie had to be carried back to his owner’s car because nothing would coax him to walk past the scooter. At all times, his owner talked to him in a slow, calm voice and said Vinnie was getting better all the time but it would be a long job. I consider myself a tough old bird, but I shed tears for that dog. I have never given much thought to ‘animal rights’ but you can be sure I will do in the future … and more than just think about it. I hope to meet Vinnie again and see him grow in confidence and courage.

Penance

Posted on April 27, 2018

This is Mason, a toughie on the football field and confident enough to pose naked, knowing the finished photographs would be exhibited internationally. My aim was to create a loose interpretation of Atlas, bearing the world on his shoulders. So far so good.

To spare my female blushes, his fiancee was on hand to make sure no dangly bits would intrude into the picture. After much discussion, while I waited with my back turned, I heard the words, “duct tape” and “Nooooo!”.
Well, yes, the duct tape was used and there were muted screams (of pain) and a few tears (of laughter) but said dangly bits were neatly tucked away and the photographs were taken. So far, Penance – as it was eventually named – has won a couple of awards, so I think it was worth all the anguish.

Not quite sure what Mason would say, though.

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