the problem with clearing something up seems to be that there's a temptation to widen the scope, find other things to tidy or sort out and, in those places, stumble into caverns of avoidance and lurking terror and, in the case of the jpegs a surprising amount of effluence...and then there was my old lumix which found itself unexpectedly charged up and pulled out of its hibernation, forcing a change in what's available through the lens, kicking the brain into action of a sort, looking at the colours and thinking, really...