Amateur Photographer & Cinematographer (1933)

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the amateur PHOTOGRAPHER m & CINEMATOGRAPHER EDITOR F.J. MORTIMER CONSULTING EDITOR R.CH1LD BAYLEY INCORPORATING "THE NEW PHOTOGRAPHER" "FOCUS* "THE PHOTOGRAPHIC NEWS" &l "PHOTOGRAPHY" Subscriptcan Rates: United Kingdom /7fa. Canada //fa. 0tJ/er(bontdesl9M per a^n. post dee from t/iepuM/sAers Dorset douse Stamford Street Condon. 5 £ t WEDNESDAY, August 23RD, 1933 TO our friends who bemoan the fact that it is the last day of the holidays, we would say with Browning that the best is yet to be. There would not be much use in holidays if we could not enjoy to the full the “ back home ” feeling when they are over. A man who never goes on a holiday once con¬ fessed to us that his reason for not going was because it would be too dreadful to have to start work again ; the process of getting into harness after a little liberty would be far less tolerable than the wearing of the harness all the time. But he failed to understand holiday psychology. Your real holiday¬ maker is more glad to get back than he was to go, and that conveys no reflection upon the mountains or the moors or the coast or wherever he has been. He returns with a real appreciation of home things. It is a long while since he enjoyed such a sense of proprietorship as he does when he bolts his own front door on his first night home. But one needs to be an amateur photographer to feel the real joy of the holiday aftermath. No end of people now¬ adays may be witnessed, in trains and buses and over garden fences, exchanging little prints and reciting the experiences which each of them recalls. Even they who have no particular interest in photography as such can feel over again the thrill of adventures and new con¬ tacts. Much more the man to whom is given the joy of summoning out of blankness the visions of yesterday, of giving them permanent form by means of prints or lantern slides, which are not merely his possessions, but his creations. Photo¬ graphy is not merely an extension of happy hours, or a repetition of them ; it is something which makes the Copyright — Registered as a Newspaper for transmission in the U.K. In the Heat Wave. A Day's Best Deed. Vol. LXXVI. No. 2337. original experience itself appear more enjoyable in retrospect ; it is something without which the holiday itself would have been less good. The Amateur Indeed. One of that fine old school of amateurs who insisted on doing everything themselves, from the view finder to the lantern pro¬ jection, has passed away just lately in a popular and veteran Derby physician, Dr. E. Collier Green, of the Derbyshire Royal Infirmary. A colleague of his has written of his rambles in the Lake Country, which was his favourite hunting-ground, although in earlier life he used his camera to advantage in the Alps. He says that on these expeditions a stout stick and a camera were the only visible part of his equipment ; the stick was sometimes left behind, the camera never. As an amateur photographer, Dr. Collier Green was supreme, and his pictures, which he insisted from start to finish should be entirely his own production, were the joy and admiration of his local photographic society. We should be sorry to think that the seduction of modern do-it-ail-for-you conveni¬ ences is thinning the ranks of such men. Buildings in Splints. The effect of scaffolding around a building has been often seized upon, especially by the worker whose taste runs to the decorative. Such a worker has his harvest just now when an unusually large number of noteworthy buildings are in splints. In London there is scaffolding around the Clock Tower at Westminster, also at the Law Courts in the Strand, and in dear old Pump Court of the Temple, just opposite, and again around the graceful steeple of St. 167 5