She protested for a moment against having her picture taken but her friend wanted it and she gave in. You do, we thought, attract attention if you dress well.
February 1962. A nice moment to see Venice for the first time - mist and rain for three days. Hardly a sole about, just Venetians enjoying the emptiness of their city judging by the spring in this man's step. Others possibly looking forward to the spring hordes.
Holding an umbrella over the camera on a tripod, I shot this in one of the several heavy rainstorms we had this winter. Old tennis balls are now strewn over the field in front of our house to keep the dog exercised.
Hurlingham Club, London, 1980, pre Wimbledon tennis tournament rained out. A few devoted fans who waited in vain to see Borg, Connors and McEnroe. That year, I think it was, McEnroe challenged all comers to the best of three points. If the challenger won, he or she could throw him in the River Thames. Nobody had the pleasure.
In the summer we live out here from seven in the evening until we have eaten and drunk enough. I put up lights that reflect off the surrounding trees and the pale yellow walls of the house. The logs act as tables for plates, glasses and bottles. The chairs are wintering in the garage. Had to use a very small aperture, f/22, to get the depth of focus, so I put the camera on a tripod and held an umbrella over it.