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Fog Rises
We could see that the weather was the story this morning. One degree C yet bright which in a temperate oceanic climate often creates a steaming sea. So we went for a walk on Dun Laoghaire pier and took several photos of the fog affected views. I’m not a professional photographer but I’m passionate about photography so I was carrying a 600 mm lens just in case.
I particularly liked that the rowers were themselves taking photographs as they rowed through the steaming seas between the pier and The Muglins lighthouse. There was an ageless, painterly appearance with a technological twist. It was almost impossible to keep focus with the huge lens without a tripod so I set the aperture to f/18, the shutter to 1/1250 and let the ISO vary as the lighting changed.
[Read more…] about Fog RisesAddicted to Delusions
16 carried at The Varsity game in 2007
Let’s think about delusion for a few minutes. [It gets a bit ranty below but it’s a daily journal not paid journalism.]
I heard that people in English pubs are throwing away the food they must buy in order to purchase alcohol. If we aren’t surprised, shouldn’t we wonder about addiction? And the motives behind opening the pubs?
Or perhaps it’s just the cost of meeting your mates when stress needs some relief. To the punter, the discarded meal is just the cost of a pint. Why not have two rather than three? Job done.
Deception or Mental Reservations?
This is our cat as was in a photo taken this day 2008 with a new Canon DSLR. I think you can see she was as inscrutable, more likely tolerantly bored, as she’d ever been in the last fifteen years. Can you see in her face that she knew enough about deception to be able to catch unwary garden birds?
Bad Cards And Worse
I don’t think my father was particularly good at cards but my mother was a fearsome opponent on her day. She’d win at whist and only competed to win in bridge rather than gamble on poker. I mean win as in nearly always win, card counting presumably the sub-liminal talent that enabled her triumphs.
The Wall
I had an apartment on the outskirts of London with a balcony that overlooked an office block and its ground level car park. More accurately, I could see the offices when proximal Whitebeam trees had shed their leaves. The office block and car park was empty for a few years until reopening under the flags of third level education. This was part of a British education initiative that delayed school leavers from entering the ranks of the unemployed while earning serious money from foreign students taking their studies in English.
