Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You

I am neither stardust nor golden but some mornings I do wake up feeling like billion year old carbon; which reminds me – I may share the same DNA as my Dad but in many ways we were complete opposites.  He was of an entirely different hue; when he retired he became passionate about stamp collecting, if such a thing be possible – when I left full-time employment (spot the difference) I bought a small Suzuki, eventually acquired my Category A licence and then immediately upgraded to a Ducati.  I can hear him now – “It is time you grew up my lad” – he wasn’t the last to say that either.  I remain defiantly juvenile as my wiser and older children will testify.

My hue? – for the most part I dress down in clothes designed to look well-worn and lived-in, predominantly blacks and greys.  To compensate, my prized ‘toys’ have a silver and golden hue – not bling, just tasteful and very quick :-).  This is the Imola 72 bodykit version of the Ducati 696+ which has the capacity to delight and terrify in equal measure:

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Henpecked, my Dad may have settled too easily into a retired life but as I have written elsewhere, I have admired no one else more. He is still around – I see him in the texture of the skin on the back of my hand; I hear him when I rant at the latest idiocy on television; I sense him in the room when I rest my elbows on the table, hands clasped in contemplation above a dinner plate – “get those elbows off the table Robin – but Mum, Dad’s doing it!”.

This is Dad as a young boy, fooling around in front of the camera – on the left with his Mum and on the right with an inner tube on the beach:Dad

Spot the similarities – this is yours truly, also ‘gurning’ in front of the camera, an old lorry inner tube lying on the sand:On the beach in the 1950sIt was a habit I found hard to break – chastised for “ruining the photographs“, in retrospect I think a guest appearance by the junior Quasimodo changes the hue of an otherwise dull family photo :-).  (and that is the Kodak Brownie 127 around my neck)Cullen


  1. meticulousmick · October 22, 2013

    Very entertaining and warm post Robin. Keep the youthful attitude and keep embarrassing all but yourself. MM 😀

  2. suej · October 22, 2013

    Well, I don’t think I ever grew up, either… I think we need to keep the inner child alive, keeps us sane in mad world. 🙂

    • northumbrianlight · October 22, 2013

      Quite right Sue – it is good to know we are not alone 🙂

      • suej · October 22, 2013


  3. harrienijland · October 22, 2013

    Well I wanted to say something; but those above have said it already. Cheers, harrie.

  4. Tish Farrell · October 22, 2013

    Nice of you to let us in on your inner workings. Love your contributions to the family pix.

    • northumbrianlight · October 22, 2013

      Needless to say, there are more but you can have too much of a good thing 🙂

  5. LaVagabonde · October 22, 2013

    Hahaha. i love it. Who are the real party poopers in the photo?

    • northumbrianlight · October 22, 2013

      Glad you appreciate this and well done 🙂 – that is the interesting question – left to right in the last photo – my sister (with distinctly weird hair – a strange phase), my mum, aunt Bet & uncle Ed, then my dad. They are not really related just family friends brought together by the bombs that fell on Manchester (another story). I loved my aunt Bet to bits – a really soft place to fall…and still with us. The boy behind the camera is Brian (wrapped in a towel in the first picture) – he did well – http://tinyurl.com/o3cjrql

  6. NW Frame of Mind · October 22, 2013

    Oh my, your family may be related to my son. 🙂

  7. Malin H · October 23, 2013

    Everything is already said here. 🙂

    Thanks for sharing stories and wonderful images.

    • northumbrianlight · October 23, 2013

      Thanks Malin – My sister will consider that I, in particular, have said quite enough already 🙂 Her hair has improved somewhat over the years 😉

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  10. restlessjo · October 23, 2013

    It was worth coming along just for the song 🙂 I can’t pretend to be enamoured of the Ducati (horrors! I realise I just went down in your estimation 😦 ) but it’s wonderfully shiny.

    • northumbrianlight · October 23, 2013

      In appreciate it is an acquired taste Jo – it took me many years but now I am obsessed 🙂

  11. babsje · October 27, 2013

    What a sentence this is!! “… I see him in the texture of the skin on the back of my hand …” Touching post.

    • northumbrianlight · October 28, 2013

      Many thanks, it is like seeing a ghost.

      • babsje · October 29, 2013

        You’re welcome. May it be seeing a ghost in a good way.

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