![Greasy Spoon (by gusset)
[For the geeks, shot with a Nikon F2, Nikon 24-120mm 1:3.5-5.6D on bb Ilford XP2 400 Super C41 process B&W film.]
The car was in for an MOT and I had an hour or so to explore Patchway, rather than just drive through it as I normally would. There were some views of the railway I wanted to get that you can see in the other photos in this set. I was also hungry, and drawn to the Rise and Dine sandwich shop I was quickly won over by the idea of the mega breakfast. I focused the camera on the doorway, took a light reading and adjusted the exposure and then put it down on the table. I might get a cool shot of the food arriving I figured. I read my book and try not to listen to the people chatting at the next table. Despite this effort I gather that they are not related but have a large circle of common acquaintances so I puzzle at their relation ship but let it go.
When the food arrives I hit the shutter and get this motion blurred rubbish centre frame but happen to catch the guy to the left well. So it goes. “You don’t see many people with those cameras anymore,” he says. We have a conversation white I eat about film camera and his old analogue kit, although he has now gone digital. He talks about some great photography he has seen recently that I will really like. It was in a magazine he has in the car. It is at this point he drops in that they are Jehovah’s Witnesses. Of course! That makes a lot of sense now. I mention how the Mrs once studied with the witnesses for a while, after her mother died, but also say clearly that I am an atheist.
He gets the magazine for me and starts to tell me about the wonders of nature and how it is so amazing and complex there must be an intelligent designer behind it. I say I don’t agree, as I finish my toast, biology can explain all of that wonder without any designer. He shakes his head only barely perceptibly. I leaf through the magazine. The photography in it doesn’t impress, and in fact looks horribly painted, but that might be the cheap pulp paper. I nod politely as they leave and thank him for the magazine.
When I was younger I’d’ve been up for an argument here but I’ve given up on lecturing strangers, it seems impolite to force your view on someone without being asked. You need an in. To get them talking first, and then bring the conversation around to something that will allow you to mention it. Seems he had mastered this. So there is still something I could learn from him, even if nothing he could say would change my views.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyaxcvYpnT1qztmuuo1_400.jpg)
Greasy Spoon (by gusset)
[For the geeks, shot with a Nikon F2, Nikon 24-120mm 1:3.5-5.6D on bb Ilford XP2 400 Super C41 process B&W film.]
The car was in for an MOT and I had an hour or so to explore Patchway, rather than just drive through it as I normally would. There were some views of the railway I wanted to get that you can see in the other photos in this set. I was also hungry, and drawn to the Rise and Dine sandwich shop I was quickly won over by the idea of the mega breakfast. I focused the camera on the doorway, took a light reading and adjusted the exposure and then put it down on the table. I might get a cool shot of the food arriving I figured. I read my book and try not to listen to the people chatting at the next table. Despite this effort I gather that they are not related but have a large circle of common acquaintances so I puzzle at their relation ship but let it go.
When the food arrives I hit the shutter and get this motion blurred rubbish centre frame but happen to catch the guy to the left well. So it goes. “You don’t see many people with those cameras anymore,” he says. We have a conversation white I eat about film camera and his old analogue kit, although he has now gone digital. He talks about some great photography he has seen recently that I will really like. It was in a magazine he has in the car. It is at this point he drops in that they are Jehovah’s Witnesses. Of course! That makes a lot of sense now. I mention how the Mrs once studied with the witnesses for a while, after her mother died, but also say clearly that I am an atheist. He gets the magazine for me and starts to tell me about the wonders of nature and how it is so amazing and complex there must be an intelligent designer behind it. I say I don’t agree, as I finish my toast, biology can explain all of that wonder without any designer. He shakes his head only barely perceptibly. I leaf through the magazine. The photography in it doesn’t impress, and in fact looks horribly painted, but that might be the cheap pulp paper. I nod politely as they leave and thank him for the magazine. When I was younger I’d’ve been up for an argument here but I’ve given up on lecturing strangers, it seems impolite to force your view on someone without being asked. You need an in. To get them talking first, and then bring the conversation around to something that will allow you to mention it. Seems he had mastered this. So there is still something I could learn from him, even if nothing he could say would change my views.
