Cutting across my earliest conditioning and ignoring my camera’s manual, today I photographed the sun.
Conditions were favourable; a light breeze, some cloud but a bright sky with a south facing aspect.
During a 30 minute tea break my boss is man-handling a rare Carl Zeiss Jena prism lens into position on the outside workbench. Originally intending to photograph the lump for eBay and doubtless a very good price, the opportunity to mess about with the light from our nearest star was too good to miss.
While he manouvered the beast into position I set up an adhoc viewing surface (the back of a short wave radio manual) and set about capturing the clouds scudding across the face of the sun.
With no way of accurately focussing the image and with me working hand held it is of neccessity a rough a ready pair of images I brought home.
Somehow, and I don’t know quite how, we felt like twin Galileos, rather awed by the simple fact of looking at the Sun.
What next; running with scissors?
