Mozart’s Requiem is a remarkably intimate work. I’ve always thought so, always felt the benefit of its modest intensity. An unwavering promise is built into its musical foundations that gives it a strangely restorative quality.
The camera on the iPhone 7 Plus churns out some delightfully high quality images. I’m not entirely convinced about the depth of field function built into the software (the Panasonic Lumix is a far less contrived interpretation), but the pictures are sharp, it handles low light pretty well, and at the age of 44 I still can make myself look slim.
I’m in Belfast. Two days catching up with colleagues who work in BBC Northern Ireland’s press and publicity office, sharing titbits of graphics and video production, social media, and website-related pearls of wisdom. Such experiences aren’t the ego-massage opportunities you might be forgiven for assuming they are. Years ago I always looked on elders who […]