Like I’d know.

Tuesday morning the usual routine then. Go into to town, meet up with Matey get some grub and then at some point we’ll go somewhere and probably take some pics…probably.

Only this time, we had other stuff to do as well. Stuff not entirely unrelated to photography. Actually, it had an awful lot to do with photography, but I’ll get to that later.

Whilst sitting in our favourite eatery, I remember that I’ve got some business cards that we thought might be good to have. The task of which, I somehow got lumbered with sorting out…dunno why, it’s not like I’m the ex-graphic designer out of the two of us.

Why do we need business cards? simple, we have recently embarked upon a joint venture, and it seemed a good idea to have some.

In the course of examining them, Matey gets his knickers in a twist over the typeface or something, like I’d know, I’m no graphic designer.

Time to move on, we had other thing’s to do apart from bickering over silly thing’s like typefaces. At some point in the last week or two, we had been asked, nay coerced into putting some of our photos into a local exhibition. Nothing too fancy, just us and a few other photographer’s. Even some proper artists are involved, the painting kind.

So we had to get some prints done. We’ve had some done before and weren’t entirely pleased with results. This time, on the recommendation of another photographer we know ( we’re everywhere you know), we went to a Kodak print shop in the town. Having been told to come back in about an hour and a half, we go off on a slow ramble around the town.

We did have some other thing’s to do, one of which was to find out about a rubber stamp to rectify another little error on the business cards, I may have inadvertently mistyped the web address on them,what can I say apart from…I’m not a graphic designer.

We went to a copy shop, to serve two purposes, Matey had some photocopying to do and whilst in there, we enquired about the rubber stamp. the lady we were talking to, took one look at the card and said something like…

“Why don’t you just cut off the bit that’s wrong”.

Now, like I said I’m no graphic designer, but even I could tell that was a stupid thing to suggest. Was gonna say that’s the bit with the web address on it, but Matey jumped in with “that’ll ruin the photo on them”. He does that a lot you know, just jumps right in before I can say anything, always has to have the limelight he does.

After we left the shop, I turns to him and says…

“Not only will it ruin the photo, but it will be missing the most important bit…the web address!”.

Amazingly, that thought had not occurred to him, ha not so clever now are we.

We wander around town for a bit, occasionally stopping to take some pics, we don’t call ourselves photographers for nowt.

Actually we call ourselves many thing’s, photographers isn’t the first thing that comes to mind. Useless, inept, stupid…they usually come first…

Walking around the town we spot an ice cream vendor, so of course we have to get some.

The lady vendor, Italian I think, been selling Ice cream in the town for years now. Except in the winter, then its hot donuts, mini ones I believe. Anyway she seemed to think we wanted to share an ice cream…as if, not gonna share my ice cream with anyone, least of all HIM!.

More wandering around, taking more photo’s as we go. Sounds like we took more than we did, in fact we didn’t take that many, seems we’re both getting a bit bored with Bedford. Plans are afoot to go to the outer regions of the county tho, might spice thing’s up a bit, getting a bit stale round here…

Although, we do keep coming back to those permanent market stall things, just something about them that keeps drawing us to them…not sure what, just something.

Matey has touched upon this very subject here, not specific to the market stalls but the sentiment’s the same.

Another coffee stop and then time to pick up the prints.

Head to the Bear pub, plonk ourselves outside in the “garden”. Open up the packaging the photo’s were in, with some trepidation bearing in mind past experience, and they actually turn out to be pretty good.

Matey just so happen’s to have about his person, the first prints we had done, and bringing them out to compare, we discover that they actually look ok as well.

Er, hang on…how comes they looked rubbish when we first got them?

Then a look of sudden realisation appears on Matey’s face…

“Of course, we’re looking at them outside, in natural lighting.”

I join in this sudden realisation. When we got the first ones done, we were looking at them inside with an artificial light…duh!

One day, maybe we’ll get the hang of this photo caper…maybe.