One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.

filmus-monochromus:

Closed - after 77 years in the same family
MP | Nokton 40/1.4 | Plus-X | Rodinal 1:50
 In 1933 Percy Bell (30) - a butcher - moved out of the smoggy, noisy, dirty confines of London. He came to the heart of Metro-Land to start a new life with his wife and baby son.
He acquired a brand new shop in a parade of shops just down the road from Rayners Lane tube station. Life was good out here in the suburbs, no smog, fresh air, country walks, wide leafy avenues of neat TF Nash designed houses and beautiful Art Deco architecture.
Later on his son - Henry - left school at 14 and started to learn the butchers trade from his father and eventually they ran the shop together. Henry met a girl, fell in love and married. They had two sons - Michael and Harry. Michael died aged 9 months. Harry followed the family tradition of being a butcher.
Harry went on to marry and have two boys and a girl. Only one - Michael - went into the family business.
Last week Michael and his father, Harry, sold their last sausage. They had to sell the business because there is no more money in being a small, independent, quality butcher. The supermarkets have slowly encroached into their territory and lured the fickle customers away.
I, and many others, will miss their cheery banter, the cups of tea, the Monday morning post-mortem of how well Chelsea did or didn’t do at the weekend, no more hot toddies or mulled wine at Christmas whilst waiting to pick up the festive meat or toasted Hot Cross Buns at Easter. It is all gone now, another small fragment of the community gone, banished to local history and folklore.
Harry has taken early retirement and Michael is unemployed. Nobody wants butchers anymore, not traditional ones anyway. Butchers who actually know meat, the various cuts and what to do with it and know exactly where it came from. They are now dinosaurs.
Slowly but surely all the wonderful, beautiful things that made Metro-Land a nice place to live are being chipped away and I for one will not be sorry to leave now.
Requiem for a way of life.
Pass the Kleenex…………………………..

filmus-monochromus:

Closed - after 77 years in the same family

MP | Nokton 40/1.4 | Plus-X | Rodinal 1:50


In 1933 Percy Bell (30) - a butcher - moved out of the smoggy, noisy, dirty confines of London. He came to the heart of Metro-Land to start a new life with his wife and baby son.

He acquired a brand new shop in a parade of shops just down the road from Rayners Lane tube station. Life was good out here in the suburbs, no smog, fresh air, country walks, wide leafy avenues of neat TF Nash designed houses and beautiful Art Deco architecture.

Later on his son - Henry - left school at 14 and started to learn the butchers trade from his father and eventually they ran the shop together. Henry met a girl, fell in love and married. They had two sons - Michael and Harry. Michael died aged 9 months. Harry followed the family tradition of being a butcher.

Harry went on to marry and have two boys and a girl. Only one - Michael - went into the family business.

Last week Michael and his father, Harry, sold their last sausage. They had to sell the business because there is no more money in being a small, independent, quality butcher. The supermarkets have slowly encroached into their territory and lured the fickle customers away.

I, and many others, will miss their cheery banter, the cups of tea, the Monday morning post-mortem of how well Chelsea did or didn’t do at the weekend, no more hot toddies or mulled wine at Christmas whilst waiting to pick up the festive meat or toasted Hot Cross Buns at Easter. It is all gone now, another small fragment of the community gone, banished to local history and folklore.

Harry has taken early retirement and Michael is unemployed. Nobody wants butchers anymore, not traditional ones anyway. Butchers who actually know meat, the various cuts and what to do with it and know exactly where it came from. They are now dinosaurs.

Slowly but surely all the wonderful, beautiful things that made Metro-Land a nice place to live are being chipped away and I for one will not be sorry to leave now.

Requiem for a way of life.

Pass the Kleenex…………………………..

Ferris Wheel and Main Street Pier
Boardwalk in Daytona Beach, Florida
Pentax K1000/Kodak BW400CN

Ferris Wheel and Main Street Pier

Boardwalk in Daytona Beach, Florida

Pentax K1000/Kodak BW400CN

Dreams of La Habana
St. Augustine, Florida
Holga 120S/Kodak 400NC

Dreams of La Habana

St. Augustine, Florida

Holga 120S/Kodak 400NC

TheDailyCity.com Mobile Art Show
Third Thursday Downtown Orlando
This photo is of the kissing booth for charity outside the thedailycity.com mobile art show.  For one dollar you could either kiss Medusa or the redneck pig man.  TheDailyCity.com Mobile Art Show is a rented Uhaul truck that is obviously completely mobile and the brainchild of Mark Baratelli.  Mark is the creator and editor of thedailycity.com, a local culture blog about the city of Orlando, Florida.  On this third Thursday the art of Karen Russell was on display in the Mobile Art Show.  Check out her work at thedaytimedoldrums.com.

TheDailyCity.com Mobile Art Show

Third Thursday Downtown Orlando

This photo is of the kissing booth for charity outside the thedailycity.com mobile art show.  For one dollar you could either kiss Medusa or the redneck pig man.  TheDailyCity.com Mobile Art Show is a rented Uhaul truck that is obviously completely mobile and the brainchild of Mark Baratelli.  Mark is the creator and editor of thedailycity.com, a local culture blog about the city of Orlando, Florida.  On this third Thursday the art of Karen Russell was on display in the Mobile Art Show.  Check out her work at thedaytimedoldrums.com.

bridgettesxo asked: Do you work from home or have a studio where you develop your photos? Really like your vision for things.

Thank you for the kind words. At the moment I have been getting most of my photos developed and printed at a lab because I have been using C41 film which is very difficult to develop at home but all of my non C41 stuff is developed by me.

Grace Methodist Church
St. Augustine, Fl
Holga 120S/Kodak 400NC

Grace Methodist Church

St. Augustine, Fl

Holga 120S/Kodak 400NC

And I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
or driven to its knees
but it’s all right, it’s all right
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we’re traveling on
I wonder what’s gone wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong

American Tune

Paul Simon

Untitled Portrait
Pentax K1000/Kodak BW400CN Film

Untitled Portrait

Pentax K1000/Kodak BW400CN Film

Peas and Carrots
Pentax K1000/Kodak BW400CN

Peas and Carrots

Pentax K1000/Kodak BW400CN

Cathedral Place St. Augustine
St. Augustine, Florida

Cathedral Place St. Augustine

St. Augustine, Florida