….it’ll rain again. In Biblical weather such as this, Mrs.Lot would only have survived as a pillar of salt for a scant few minutes before transmogrifying into a saline puddle. As I rounded the corner of a country lane, on my heavy hearted way to the rubbish dump, I was surprised to see a simulation of this imagined biblical moment spread out like a smooth mirror, in a sodden field, perfectly reflecting sky and land. Amongst my many failings is the lack of one the most important qualities demanded from a news photographer; a lack that happily prevented me following such an arduous profession. That quality entails always having a camera on one’s person or the news remains unrecorded. I rarely have a camera with me and, even if I did, the news has a habit of happening very quickly and I take pictures very slowly.
This portrait of a Mrs.Lot “look alike” would normally have remained unrecorded but, thanks to the gift of a marvellous camera which has a telephone in it, I was able to skid to halt and, in a twinkling of an eye, snap this moment of Mother Nature showing off. The twinkling was a long twinkling as the technology of this camera had me on the ropes. As I pressed the camera icon I must have simultaneously touched another button which engaged the mode for a sightless person. I now had a voice telling me that I was looking through a camera but the voice was unwilling to tell me how to use the camera. My fingers played a tattoo on the touch screen which had no apparent photographic effect but encouraged the disembodied voice to reassure me that it was indeed a camera. I “blindly” pointed the machine at Mrs.Lot and begged, cajoled and cursed it to make a reproduction of the scene. It very nearly caused a ripple in Mrs.Lot’s features, but I resisted throwing the machine. Remarkably, when I plugged the phone into the computer on my return home, amongst the pictures of the road and my fingers, there was also this remarkable image. I’m not sure who took it, the telephone or me, but here it is.