Rob Fleming

a group of people are sitting on a set of stairs and one of them is wearing a hat Alt: A group of people are sitting on a set of stairs. These are the people's front of Judea. An elderly man sits alone, nearby. This is the "popular" front of Judea. They shout "splitter!" at him.

What ever happened to the popular front?

He's over there.

Dark red rose in the hand of a tolerant obstetrician. Rose turned towards her nose.

Short walk with the tolerant obstetrician, before she had to go back into work.

She works hard, but still manages to appreciate more of the little things than I sometimes do. Tonight, it was this rose.

Not posed, although I did ask her to stay still for a second so I could catch it.

#photography

Harvested field, with big bricks of straw. Green trees and blue sky with white clouds in the background.

Blue again.

There’s renewable energy ads and there’s mother**cking wind farm ads. This, blissfully, is the latter.

Harvested field. Shadow of the photographer projected on the field by the low sun. Blue sky and grey and white clouds.

Flock of geese flying over the harvested field. Trees to the right. Blue sky and clouds overhead.

Harvested field, with drying straw in diagonal rows covering the path. Green trees, blue sky and white clouds.

Field, trees, sky, clouds.

Went for a walk before dinner, with a camera that belonged to my dad.

His Pentax K10D renders colour completely differently to my usual cameras.

Much like he did, it sees the world differently. Funny.

This was a bit like borrowing his shoes.

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Harvested wheat field. Blue sky, grey and white clouds and a herd of birds.

Setting sun, grey and white bands of cloud and silhouetted trees and horizon in the foreground.

Another walk before bed. Trying to clear my head with a bit of fresh air, and some forced mindfulness looking at the world through a viewfinder.

Beautiful skies tonight. Did little to lift my mood, but they are pretty.

40D, wide end of a cheap lens.

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Harvested wheat field. Blue sky anr clouds overhead. Trees and figure with dogs in the distance.

Brown Argus butterfly, perched on a thistle. Brown wings, orange spots.

Brown Argus butterfly, perched on a thistle, feeding. Brown wings, orange spots.

Blue sky and white clouds, plus distant tree line, reflected in the mill pond. I miss my dad today. He would have really liked this.

Went for a walk between speaking to funeral directors, medical examiners, ministers and other tasks.

Saw a Brown Argus butterfly. I like butterflies, a lot more than I like arranging funerals.

"Embrace the change or protest against it, the seasons care not about your opinions."

That's as poetic as I'm likely to get this week.

Bare field, with blue sky and white fluffy clouds.

The wheat has been harvested.

You can still see the curves of the tractor trails that were the gaps in the crop. I've been photographing them since spring.

Everything ends, folks. Change is the only constant.

Canon 5D, 50mm lens.

Dad playing the harmonica in his wedding shirt and waistcoat. Our friend Nick looks on smiling, while playing the guitar part. I am off to the right, looking at the crowd.

At my wedding to the tolerant obstetrician, we played a couple of sets of covers, with the guests as singers.

Talented musician as he was, my dad chose to sing Heart of Gold by Neil Young, and played the harmonica parts. He was brilliant.

Thanks Dad, for this and a hundred other memories.

Sunset over West Kirby, with the amber of the sky reflected off the water on the sand banks.

I took this photo on Thursday night.

The sun setting over the Marine Lake and the mouth of the River Dee.

My sister and I are thinking about scattering dad's ashes here, when the time comes.

He'd see the world on the waves, but also still be in West Kirby. I think he would have liked that.

If you're not in my circle of trust, you may be in my triangle of suspicion, or even possibly my zone of indifference.

The @robjimfleming avatar, drawn in highlighter pen and black ink. An image of me in slight profile.

My dad was unique.

His creativity was constant, inspiring, and exhausting. Before he was ill, he couldn't stop drawing, painting, sculpting. He did these things constantly.

He drew the avatar I've used for social media in about five minutes with highlighter pens and a black ballpoint pen.

Jim, on a recent family holiday in Cornwall.

My dad died this morning.

It has been a difficult few months, but it is over now. He isn't sore anymore. No more fear.

You rest, dad. We will take it from here. We love you, fella.

I was walking around thinking "I'll be cleaning this sensor soon".

Blue sky after sun set, a shaven field, and wheat brick things.

Lights in the distance, weird noises, shaven field and wheat brick things.

Big wheat brick thing.

Ear of wheat in the photographer's hand.

Don't be alarmed folks, but I there are weird lights in the fields, and all the wheat is gone, replaced by these... wheat brick ....things.

Is this aliens?

Canon 5D, nifty fifty. #photography

I do love a tree and a path. Cheers dude.

Blue and pink sky at sun set, reflected on the water left on the sand banks.

Travelled back to Merseyside because my dad is ill again. I think it is going to be a rough year.

Pretty colours over the sand banks beyond the Marine Lake. A little bleak, but suited my mood.

Canon 5D, 50mm lens.

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Mevagissey coast, black and white.

No worries. I thought it was gorgeous. It reminded me of this one I took in Mevagissey. Cornwall is stunning in black and white.

Kirklington church, back-lit by the setting sun.

Setting sun behind silhouetted trees. Grey ominous sky above.

Wheat field woth curved tractor lines. Grey sky above.

Wheat field with grey clouds overhead.

New old camera day.

Canon D30, their "first" dSLR. There were a couple of collaborations with Kodak before this, but this was made by them from the ground up.

It set the tone for their digital cameras, even the mirrorless cameras they make now, to be honest.

Seems to work.

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The natural beauty of the Cornish cliff tops never disappoints

📷 Pentax 17
🎞️ Ilford Kentmere 400
🧪 DDX

#believeinfilm #filmphotography

Apparently "Zorba the Greek" and "Zadok the Priest" are quite, quite different.

Who knew?

RIP Ozzy.

You were a brilliant, deeply talented, deeply flawed and deeply funny individual.

The world is a less splendid place.

At least we have a lot of music to remember you by. I'm starting with the first three Sabbath albums, personally.

spot on, Lorax

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It is a great article. Susie Al-Samarrai says hi.

Fantastic! My wife sent this one to me, because I think she knows @pavithra.bsky.social from medical school.

This blog is powerful. I'd encourage you to read it if you have a couple of minutes.

Every day, in 100s of ways, we "normal" some people, and "other" some people.

It builds a sense of self that is either "normal" or "other".

You know when you are the latter.

www.pangyrus.com/essay-memoir...

Man inside a Swan hide floating on the water.

“Dress for the job you want.”

Me.

I've just ordered a Canon D30, from the year 2000.

In 2000, I was 18 and 3 megapixels was considered exciting. Blimey.

I wonder if I have also depreciated to the point that I am now worth just 2% of my market value in the year 2000. Probably.

Canon 40D settings info screen, from 2007, the first time Canon did something that then became normal. It is like a dSLR archaeopteryx, or something.

Find the daft things that bring you joy.

For me, old cameras provide a little window into the design decisions that then became the norm. I like that.