Surfing Duck

Surfing Duck on Hollingworth Lake.

It isn’t very often that you see a Duck surfing on Hollingworth Lake in Rochdale, possibly due to the amount of sailing boats out on most weekends. There’s pollution to be considered as well so most ducks visiting the lake would only spend enough time for feeding and trying to chat the odd female up for a date.
Ok it’s a silly observation because most of us know that ducks don’t surf, not all the time anyway. So here’s a shot I got whilst the Polar Bear was having a Kit-Kat break and the Duck wanted to grab some of the limelight. He’s surfing on the outfall from the lake and I managed to grab the shot whilst the Duck was heading straight to my dinner plate.
This photo manipulation wasn’t meant to be perfect, I simply thought it would be a bit of fun to start off the weekend. If it brought a smile to your face then you are in the perfect mood that should last you to the local pub tonight.

Surfing Duck on Hollingworth Lake.

School Photo

School Photo, Eustace St, Chadderton.

Eustace St School c1959A customer recently sent an old School Photo in for Restoration and Colourising. To my surprise it was one from ‘my’ old school and even more incredible, I was in it.
The picture was taken around 1959 in the yard of Eustace St junior school and was an annual event that got all the mothers combing your hair in the hope that you would look nice. Might sound great but having your mother brushing out knots, licking her hand to flatten anything out of place and making you change your underwear made you feel so uncool. Why the change of underwear, never understood till I had a son of my own. Anyway, the problem was soon resolved once out of eyesight by running your hand through your hair and diving through a few hedges. Peeing your pants was an option too but I passed on that one.
I hope they still take yearly form school photos, very sad if they don’t because looking back on them always brings back happy memories and wonderment.

The restoration of this School Photo was quite easy, just a few creases and stains to remove and bump up the contrast. Colourising was a little more intense as you can imagine. So many people and lots of clothing to colour. I have some tricks I use to do this kind of thing but you have to make the colours as authentic as possible. The red brick colour was taken from the original school and some of the children’s clothes are from my memory. How I remember them I have no idea.
The work on this photo and anything similar would be as little as £10.00 – £15.00, hope you like it.

The Memories I’ve recalled from this photo are as follows:

John Stott – 1st left back row. In our days you had one, maybe two bad families. John was part of a really bad one which was known as probably the filthiest on the estate. They were evicted from their house with all their belongings dumped on the footpath. Two workmen passed out with the stench, partially due to the kids climbing up to the front window and peeing down the glass. The next set of council guys had to wear breathing apparatus.
Peter Wood – 6th from left back row. Out and out Walter Mitty. He would have you believe it was raining right in the middle of a heat wave. An old mate from Friends Reunited says he met him recently and advised me that he was still the same.
Michael Booth – 3rd left middle row. Tallest lad in school even from the infant section. I do not exaggerate when I say he had a penis at least 12″ long and the girth was equally striking. Gentlest guy you could meet unless enraged by the rest of the school wanting to see it or wanting a donkey ride.
David Platt – 8th from left middle row. Poor guy lost the end of his finger whilst swinging on the school gate. One lad had the sense to pick it up and run after him to the headmaster. I recall it was successfully grafted back on.
Christine Dawson – 1st left front row. Wowza! You didn’t really notice girls till you got to the senior school but this one I remember as being pretty striking. I’m betting she grew up totally gorgeous.
Linda Verity – 4th from left first row. Really nice chubby girl always had a smile on her face. Her parents owned a Fruit and Veg shop where we occasionally got presented with an apple each so long as he considered them unsellable.
Mystery lad – Seated at the front right. We were all fairly poor back then but have you noticed he’s wearing wellies on a summers day. Hell his feet must have ponged after several hours at school.


Falls of Dochart

Falls of Dochart, Killin, Scotland.

This photo of the  beautiful Falls of Dochart that runs through the small town of Killin, Scotland has been manipulated to my taste by the use of HD rendering. I’ve visited the town of Killin many times and mostly during the local festival celebrations. The falls are located at the western end of Loch Tay, the famous white waters of the Falls of Dochart can be viewed from the village’s bridge. In fact wherever you stand in proximity of the falls you will find spectacular views.
Falls of Dochart, Killin, Scotland. A fantasy of colours and drama.

I decided on enhancing the picture because I love the effects that HD photos can give you. It’s one of my first attempts and I have to admit that the original photo was a little flat colour wise. This didn’t put me off thought because I wanted to produce a weird, fantasy, dreamy picture with a bit of drama thrown in. I hope you like it as much as I do and please keep watching my website as there will be more to come with improvements along the way as I gain more experience in this genre.More on Killin – Killin lies at the centre of the area known as Breadalbane (Gaelic Bràghad Albainn meaning ‘the high ground of Scotland’) and the hills of the Tarmachan Ridge and Lawers Range can be seen clearly from the main street of the village.   What Killin is most noted for, however, are the Falls of Dochart, where the River Dochart tumbles into the heart of the village beneath the Dochart Bridge.  As a tourist village, it is somewhat ironic that the worse the weather, the more dramatic the main tourist attraction becomes! Don’t let this put you off though, it’s an absolutely gorgeous place no matter what the weather offers you. I’ve never been during the snow season but the photos I’ve seen are truly spectacular.