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“First Lessons in Learning to Study, of the Learn to Study Readers” by Ernest Horn, Prudence Cutright, and Madeline Darrough Horn. Copyright 1926 by the authors. Ginn and Company. Many illustrations are signed by Blanche Fisher Laite and Kayren Draper.
This illustration is by Blanche Fisher Laite.
Outside the National Theatre, about 6:40 pm, between the two parts of 'Angels in America'. He is reading Colm Toibin's 'The Testament of Mary'. I explained the project and asked his permission. The original idea was to get him with the statue of Olivier, but he just gets lost in a wider shot.
Thank you for participating in my Readers project, and apologies for interrupting. Other photos in my series of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
Reading on the terraces along the Grand Union Canal in front of Central St Martins College of Art. (A stranger; I asked his permission).
Tamper Cafe, Arundel Street, Sheffield. I asked permission. Martin is reading and, it seems, taking notes on an essay by Hanan Tarkan,
'On Being "The Other" In Post-Civil War Lebanon: Aid and the Politics of Art in Processes of Contemporary Cultural Production'. from the journal Ibraaz: Contemporary Visual Culture in North Africa and the Middle East. You can find it here: www.ibraaz.org/essays/63.
Martin asked whether I was only considering reading of paper, or reading more widely. I said books, magazines, and newspapers produce a posture and pose that is different from that people have for screens.
By the way, Tamper Sellers Wheel is an excellent place for coffee, and it is near Sheffield rail Station.
Thank you for participating, and apologies for interrupting your work. Other photos in my series of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
Williamson Park, Lancaster, about 1:50 pm. He was reading Andrew Marr's 'My Trade: A Short History of British Journalism'. I asked for permission. Thank you for participating in my project. Other photos of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
Music Room Cafe, Lancaster, about 3 pm. I was struck by the light, which is from a desk lamp to the right. I asked her for permission, and asked him for permission to use his left shoulder. She is reading a holiday brochure, and like some other people in this series, once I've asked for a photo, she can't help smiling.
Thanks to both of you for being part of the project. Other photos in my series of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
Condensed Readers Digest Winter edition of 1952. These illustrations were from "A Genius in the Family" and were done by Harry Beckoff.
"Miss Eliza Bennet," said Miss Bingley, "despises cards. She is a great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else."
Reading outdoors in winter, I'm not sure anyone actually does that except for photos, but it definitely looks pretty.
If only my focus had been on - even with some high pass sharpening, it's still so fuzzy. This is the second shoot where I've used the 50mm f/1.8 II Canon lens exclusively, and I've had the same problem both times: some of the photos are tack-sharp, and the other half are completely out.
I'm not even using the lens wide open for the most part - usually I'm stopping it down to 2.8 or so. Obviously it's frustrating to discard a bunch of shots that could have been fantastic if they weren't appallingly fuzzy. And yet I see the 1.8 lens (and the 1.4 version I can't afford right now...) are some of the most popular on Flickr, with most people using them wide open. Do their photos just appear sharp at web resolution? Or do they have some magic focusing skill I don't? =\
A man reads a magazine in the pedestrian plaza on 9th Avenue and 14th Street.
See this blog post for more shots from the first June weekend in New York City. For other New York shots, please see my New York Collection.
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Parson's pleasure.
PS: I foolishly tend to assume that everybody on the planet knows the story of this place, but just found out that a young member of my family didn't. Until 1991 it was a bathing place for male, stark naked academics (or dons, in the local lingo). Full gory details in this wikipedia entry. Incidentally, while I was out walking with my son last Saturday, I heard two different passers-by telling somebody the story ending with "I don't know about you, but _my_ students know me by my face!" Surely, my assumption will come true some time soon.