You spoiled kids of today don't know how good you've got it! When I was young, if we wanted to take a halfway decent picture, we had to build the camera ourselves, walk uphill for fifteen miles in eight feet of snow in our bare feet at four in the morning with nothing for breakfast but a bowl of gravel and a dollop of tar! And if the picture didn't turn out, we were beaten senseless with our own camera until it broke and weren't allowed to go to bed, which wasn't a bed but a large pile of rusty bayonnettes, until it was rebuilt better than before! Then we had to get up the next day and do it all over again! And we liked it!
Nods head in agreement.
*written with a poor attempt at a Yorkshire accent*
When I was t'kid, if we wanted t'take halfway decent picture, we 'ad t'steal
parts t'build camera ourselves, walk uphill twenty
feet of snow in't our bare feet at two
in't mornin' with nowt for breakfast but a lump of grit
with muddy water
! And if t'picture dint turn out, we were beat senseless wit' tripod covered wit' broken glass
, and weren't allowed t'go t'bed which wasn't a bed but a hole in't ground
. Then we had t'get oop next day after only two hours sleep and do it all over again and pay for t'privilege. And we were grateful!
PS Great photo and great artwork, Zephyr.
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