Rain kept us out of the garden for much of the day, although Jackie did manage some planting later on.
I scanned some colour slides from June and July 1974.
The story of our three month occupation of an empty children’s home in Droop Street, London, W.10 is told in my post ‘The Cake Is A Lie’. This is where these photographs were taken.
A selection includes
Jessica;
Becky;
Matthew;
Michael,
his friend Eddie,
and my brother, Joseph.
Observant readers may have spotted that the picture of Becky was used as a model for one of the illustrations to her book.
We dined this evening on chicken Kiev, ratatouille with tomatoes for courgettes, boiled carrots, cauliflower, green beans, and new potatoes. I drank Parra Alta malbec 2015. Jackie had already drunk her Hoegaarden, watching the solar lights come on from a seat in the rose garden.
Hooray for Jackie taking time to enjoy her beautiful garden!
Many thanks, Pauline
Yes, thank you Pauline, I do try to just sit and enjoy for at least half an hour a day, looking forward to making that an hour in the future!
I am glad to hear that Jackie. Derrick mentions constantly that you are working in the garden and such a place of beauty needs to be enjoyed as much as possible. I would happily come and sit in it for enjoyment duties if needed 🙂
We would love that!
Yes, that garden (and its tenders) deserves some quiet sitting. I do like Eddie’s purple leisure suit. The picture is charming and immediately placeable in time. Not sure placeable is a word, but…
Thank you, Lisa. Placeable is a word, even if WordPress doesn’t like it 🙂
Lovely photos – it reminded me of my chopper bike
Thanks, Southampton Old Lady
Here’s to photos giving you a chance to look back with a smile.
Thanks, Frank
For some reason people looked more real in the seventies. They look so facsimile nowadays, everyone seems the same. I like and shall ever like, the imperfect beauty of yesteryear
Thank you, Candice. As so often, I share your views. I also think digital photography, although it is a marvellous tool for posting on a daily basis, loses something in its polished perfection.
Oh utterly. On a serious note, any idea why? I’m confounded by it but it’s especially true of black and white.
I think digital doesn’t distinguish between elements of a photo; everything is as clear as everything else. It helps to be on manual setting because you can manage the focussing. I’m sure that is better with more sophisticated cameras and better knowledge than I have
Did you used to do home development also?
Yes. I developed Black and White in the eighties, with an enlarger and chemicals.
I bet that’s why those pictures are so good.
Thanks, Candice
Love these 70s photos, Drrick. You capture great moment and her beautiful expressions. Precious!
Thank you, Amy