A day spent largely in getting together all the photographs I took at last months' Marsden Jazz Festival. Even after tidying them up and getting rid of duplicates there is still almost 200 and therefore the only way to pass them on is via disk. The immediacy of the printed image is lost but it is quicker (and cheaper). Thus armed with a file of thumbnails and a couple of disks I headed for the Old White Beare and what was truly a magnificent lunch. Ah well, Friday afternoons were not designed for work.
Friday, November 10, 2006
All That Jazz
A day spent largely in getting together all the photographs I took at last months' Marsden Jazz Festival. Even after tidying them up and getting rid of duplicates there is still almost 200 and therefore the only way to pass them on is via disk. The immediacy of the printed image is lost but it is quicker (and cheaper). Thus armed with a file of thumbnails and a couple of disks I headed for the Old White Beare and what was truly a magnificent lunch. Ah well, Friday afternoons were not designed for work.
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