If you have an SLR get it off programme mode and get it on a tripod. Choose manual exposure and dial your shutter speed around to b or bulb setting. On 'bulb' your shutter will stay open for as long as you depress the shutter button. Have a thick piece of black card ready. When the first firework bursts begin the exposure then carefully place the black card in front of the lens with the shutter still open. Remove the card for the duration of successive fireworks to give you a colourful multiple exposure on a single frame. Thus saying, I didnt need to do that here. Funchal bay in Madeira has one of the most extrordinary NYE fireworks displays in the world. The hills are spectacularly aflame. I bet you can see it from space.
Have you seen my house?
I have. There was a marvelous glow from behind the old bakery windows on such a filthy night. I could smell a fire crackling away and the walls were kept up by books. Characters were pointed out, that's such and such. And he was an awful so and so. Curled at your feet Heathcliff like a Victorian. Paintings led the way up the stairs. Out the front, a stone veranda balustraded. A folly of steps swept from the second story to a front lawn riddled with prairie grass. And a pretty fountain. On the right the whole thing fell away 100 feet into the Atlantic. Number 4 Calcado de Socorro. Have you seen my house? No I havent he said so I took him there as we became acquainted. I visited it whenever we found ourselves in Funchal. Each year fearful it would be occupied. The timber would be ripped from the windows and someone elses curtains fluttering in the salt air. I climbed up the wall and peered over the praire grass. Look I pointed, that's my house. One day I shall come back here and buy that house. I'll rip the timber from the windows and write a novel on the veranda in the summer. Cock-a-tails in the lawn in a light frock on warm Madeira nights. Madeira cake for tea. It really does come from there. I'll buy you that house he said. He would make me climb the wall and with my heart thumping stand on the steps. Hurry up with your picture I would say. Because I was scared of the house.
on 2009-09-13 21:52 by Fine Art Imaging
Stop the blog. It has just been brought to my attention that 'Madeira Cake (Portuguese: Bolo Inglês; literally, English Cake) is a popular Portuguese traditional type of English cake as well as a popular traditional dish of English cuisine.' (thank-you Wikipedia) and does not in fact originate from the island. However they have come up with a rather pleasant version of it. They probably thought they better seeing as someone went and named it after them. Imagine Vasco da Gama making a detour for tea on his way to colonise Mozambique and unable to have Madeira cake in Madeira.
My first ship was the Vasco da Gama. Last seen listing and derelict off Barcelona.