which of course blurs can be deliberate, accidental, or even more better


as most of mine are. (I say most, the ones I deliberately try for often don’t …)


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—a wee butterfluff I was shooting. Perched on a nasturtium, he was, minding his own business … the BF I was originally sneaking up on flew off so I shifted target right and then this guy did likewise, beating up for altitude and defeating the camera’s auto-focus magic. Bugger~!


completely different, a Peter Pan made blurry by the morning sun some months back—

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—a different form of blur which seems to have obliterated the Tinker Bell perched on his shoulder. (Foxy wee thing, too …)(Tink, I mean, not Pete—although The Spouse did once put some flowers into his cold hands)

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This one we’ve all seen before but what the hell, it’s a blur. It qualifies.

All you need is a cold morning, a tiny puff of breath on the lens and the path less travelled through the woods … I remember being afraid to walk the woods when I was a little lad, ‘cos of all the wolfs (I didn’t know what a wolf was but the literature was filled with them—wolves lurked behind every tree)(I also made damn’ sure never to be carrying a basket anywhere near trees).


can now guarantee that immediately after next Friday I shall be shooting blurs all over the place, and some of them will be very artistic—a bit like all the cans of paint I kicked over in my life without once realising that had I but signed the tarpaulins “JP” I may well have made millions. ‘Twas ever thus, opportunity uses time to blur the rewards

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