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Today is Corpus Christi. In Mazo, they’ve decorated the streets with the most beautiful archways and flower carpets, as they do every year. As soon as I’d dropped my son off at school, I went to Mazo and started taking photos. Half an hour later, Helen and Theresa joined me, and we took more photos before stopping for coffee. I’ll be putting up a page of photos on my web…

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Another Dream

Last night I dreamed I was in a motorway service station, having a cup of tea and a chat with Paul Harrison from the Beatles (that’s what he was called in the dream, but perhaps I really meant George McCartney). And I was the age I am now, but Paul was in his late twenties, dressed as though it was 1970. It was fun. I think I’ll make a habit…

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Stock Photography – part 2

Well the whole batch was rejected. That is, three were rejected for technical reasons, four because they didn’t think they’d sell, and the other three because you need 7 out of the first 10 accepted for them to bother with you. I was upset at first, but hey, I’m a writer and well used to rejection. I’ll have a thorough look around their site and try to work out what…

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New month, new venture

I’ve been meaning to get around to signing up for stock photography for some time. This is where you upload your photos to a photo library, and you get paid a pittance every time somebody downloads one. Why am I interested in getting paid a pittance? Because I hope to get an awful lot of pitances. $0.25 a go doesn’t sound much, but if you have 1,000 photos each downloaded…

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The zoo

On Monday I finally finished reading through the first draft of my novel and making notes of all the many, many things I have to fix. So today I rewarded myself with a trip to the little zoo at Maroparque, just me and my camera. With no cries of “Mummy, I’m bored!” I could take as many photos as I wanted. Four hours flew by. I probably would have stayed…

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A long drive

Helen and Theresa have been building steps to the entrance of their house, and the neighbours have been coming round to say something-or-other is seriously wrong about this, but with their limited Spanish, they couldn’t make out what the problem was. About the only bit they understood was “Police” and “Fine”. (Fine as in taking money off you, not fine as in OK.) This is enough to send anybody’s blood…

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