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Showing posts from May, 2009

North Wales from Llangolen Canal Aqueduct nr Trevor

That way madness lies

I genuinely find the thought of living somewhere like this frightening - I'd move back to South London before moving here. Well, maybe.



The man to whom these belong is sadly no longer using them.

Aqueduct, Llangollen Canal, North Wales

I got up very early (4 a.m.) with one set of shots in mind, then got another completely different set instead. This is one of the latter which I like. The former? Not so much.

Turkmenistan Eagle Owl

Gorilla in the Welsh Hills

If one more person mentions it I swear, I'm migrating


Let's all be MPs

Another Accordionist

Bokeh Woman (in the Woods)

Taken at the Hannah Peschar sculpture garden.

Boat Building, Richmond

Apparently one of a number of new boats being built for a film production requiring Edwardian-era skiff-type thingammies (no, marine architecture isn't one of my strong suits).


What do you do when your bosses think of a PC as no more than perhaps a slightly complicated abacus and, instead of using it intelligently, think up systerms to work around it? "Frustration" is a word that barely begins to cover it.

One from last year

Florentine sunset.

Flower Shot Cliches no. 4: The damp red rose

Rose, black velvet, plant spray, do that thing with the glow using layers / blur / overlay, adjust curves = orton, bit of clone tool here and there, and voila: a big red cliche. Not too unpleasant though.


Conwy Valley - another shot at it....

So this was taken from a bluff overlooking the river early one evening on the Bodnant Estate. Shortly after this I met the head gamekeeper who was "doing his rounds" and wanted to know what I was doing on the land. Thankfully I wasn't shot as I was staying in a house on the estate and therefore had roaming rights. Less thankfully I couldn't pronounce the name of the place I was staying and simply said it was near a farm with lots of dogs(remember, this is sheep farming country). He asked where I was from, I told him, and off he went, probably thinking "oh dear lord, what is the matter with city folk?".

CTW yesterday - one more

Try and get to hear them if you can.
By the way, this taken at ISO3200 - amazing eh?

A cat picture. Mea Culpa. Apologies.

Tom. And yes, he always looks that paranoid.

Ooh, let's celebrate

Life affords few enough opportunities for pure, unadulterated joy, but the stepping down of Shahid Malik from his ministerial post provides one such. The only slight cloud is the fact that this walking drop of self-regarding slime has "stepped down" rather than resigned, I think, which leaves scope for a comeback. However, until such a time: cheers all round!

Continental Train Wreck

Heard under Waterloo Bridge this evening - great sound, very exciting music - do get to hear them if you can. They have some music up on MySpace.

Groom and Bride

@ Hillingdon Cemetary


Not art, exactly, but I couldn't resist.

Kew Gardens: Noisy Bugger

D700 with 28 - 105 f/3.5-4.5D @ f/7.6 ISO 1000, 1/350th sec. Would have been impossible with the D50 - noise louder than this brash creature himself.
Spent a short while at Kew after work, where this was taken. And now, this evening, I was reading in the comments section at The Online Photographer that Ansel Adams (to whom I am in no way, not even 1%, comparing myself) once said that there is a big difference between turning up when you want to take a picture and turning up when God wants you to. And Kew, tonight, was definitely an example of the former rather than the latter.

I work for tfl: shorthand for "my IQ is in the low teens"

There you are, moderately inebriated, waiting for your train at Hammersmith tube. In front of you is a poster suggesting that signing up for tfl's free text alert service might save you some time during your commute. What the hell, you think, I've got my mobile, I can get the interwebz, I'll sign up. Off you go to the site and, lo and behold, it isn't configured to show on a mobile screen. Well, let's go with it - you'll scroll around if they force you, I mean, it's free, right? So you scroll around and after five minutes find yourself on the sign up page. Only, of course, the problems really begin here. Because the sign up involves your name (including title...), your oyster card number (the box doesn't automatically recognise the key presses as numbers of course, you have to press and hold), your address, your email, your mother's date of birth, your cat's weight and your views on dialectical materialism. You've lost contact with the inter…

Industrial Pig Farm Flu

I'm thinking it might kinda be a good thing to get this now, while it's weak and feeble, rather than when it comes roaring back in the winter and those who've had the first dose have immunity, the rest of us getting it real bad. I'll have to start hanging out in the tube more often.

Conwy Valley, Wales

I know, I know, horribly hazy in the distance but I cannot, try as I might, sort this out by use of another exposure and a gradient layer in paint shop pro. Will try again tomorrow; in the meantime, try and imagine crystal clear Alpine air replaces the blue haze you can see here.