Submitted to Photo Friday: Clouds.
No, you don't need to adjust your monitor.
Yes, I've changed the design again.
No, it's not particularly brilliant (there are limits to the brilliance which can be achieved with Typepad's template builder in 25 minutes on a lunchbreak with a less than 28.8k modem speed connection).
No, it probably won't stay like this for long.
I was just fed up with it, y'know? Wanted a change.
Weekend before last, I had the pleasure of meeting up with the lovely Lori Smith and her equally lovely other half, Topper.
Lori very generously agreed to sit still while I pointed a camera at her for a couple of hours.
This shot is one of my favourites from that shoot.
I love you Dad, and I still miss you.
We interrupt this current spate of photoblogging to bring you some sad news.
Eduardo the squirrel, missing, presumed shacked up with Edwina and children has been found.
He is alive, and appears to be well, but appears to have been the victim of a hideous act of grievous squirrel-y harm.
His tail has been bitten off.
*sniff*
Stay strong, little buddy. Your tail was magnificent, but you're no less of a squirrel to me without it.
I found myself really wishing I hadn't posted this shot earlier this week, because when I saw today's Photo Friday theme was Fashion, this was the first shot I thought of.
So, a slight re-run, re-posted from the Shoe Project, because really, Steph is always fabulously stylish, and she has Prada shoes, and gets away with wearing massive turn-ups on her jeans, which is currently fashionable, but which would make me just look ridiculous.
Also, because it's another Lomo shot, and because I really like it.
A few weeks ago, just after I'd got the Lomo, we went out for a few drinks in a pub.
It used to be some sort of tramshed, but has now been turned into a fairly swanky place, and I was really fascinated with the light fittings.
As we had a bit of food, and a few drinks, I'd been snapping various shots of the lights, and as we stood up to leave, I raised the Lomo above my head to get a better shot of one of the light fittings.
Immediately one of the bar staff was by my side.
He then proceeded to tell me that I shouldn't be taking photos in the place without permission, because I might take pictures of people in the pub (a public house, and therefore a public place), and publish them, and then they could sue the pub.
I then pointed out that I hadn't been taking pictures of anyone, particularly as there wasn't anyone in the vicinity, and that my camera had, for the most part, been pointed at the ceiling, because I particularly liked the light fittings.
"Oh, he said. You can get these in Ikea, you know. The latest catalogue I think."
I didn't bother trying to explain. I just sighed, and left.
This is what happens when you play football outdoors in bare feet.
Yup, it's flower photo season.
I seem to be having a bit of a thing about road markings lately.
A few weeks ago, I achieved a long held ambition, and got myself a Lomo LC-A.
It's taken me quite a while to get used to it (and remember to manually change the focus, because pushing the button half-down doesn't work), but I've found that I've been having a lot of fun with it, and managed to get some really interesting shots with it (like this one of Steph's fabulous Prada shoes, which I don't think would have been quite the same taken with my 5700).
The shot this week is something I've wanted to take for a very long time, but had to wait for summer until the light was good enough that I could take the photo from the front of the top deck of the bus, and by the magic of perfect timing, this week's Photo Friday theme is Journey.
Leave anything around for long enough, and Mother Nature will begin to reclaim it.
... or what it is to suffer for one's Art.
Well, okay, Art might be pushing it, but still.
I decided this afternoon that I would take a detour on my way home, and instead of rushing straight to the bus stop, I'd take a wander round the back of Kings Cross station and have a wander along the tow path of Regent's Canal.
I spent a wonderful hour and a half walking along, minidiscman playing good music in my ears, snapping photos here and there... whatever attracted my attention.
I stopped for a bit, just after the above photo was taken, to try and get a snap of a bee on a flower. Unfortunately, he was a little too frisky for me and got away.
As I walked away from the bee, I became aware that I'd had something of an audience.
A group of six or seven boys, the oldest of which was maybe 13, were hanging over a wall, watching what I was doing.
They watched me walk towards them, and I ignored them as I walked past, figuring they'd shout whatever they wanted to shout, and I couldn't hear them anyway, or they'd spit, and probably miss, and that would be that.
Well, I'd got the idea that something was about to be propelled in my direction, I just wasn't prepared for it to be a styrofoam cup of coffee.
Although it might not seem like it, there were some positives to this situation.
1. It was cold coffee.
2. It wasn't piss.
3. It glanced off my bag and then the cup bounced off my ass, so my legs took most of it.
4. None of it got on my camera.
Now, every silver lining has it's cloud.
1. Cold coffee stinks.
2. Cold coffee with milk and sugar smells worse than black coffee.
3. Cold coffee with milk and sugar is sticky.
4. Cold coffee with milk and sugar evaporates very quickly in bright sunlight.
5. Evaporated cold coffee sticks to skin and not only stinks, but looks from afar like you've had an unfortunate episode of very violent and unexpected diarrhoea.
6. Realising this will make you pull out your mobile phone and explain to someone on the other end of the line that you've had coffee thrown at you, for the benefit of the people on the bus that aren't currently having their nostrils assaulted by the overpowering stench of coffee that is currently surrounding you.
7. Despite having showered, and then scrubbed the areas tainted by the aforementioned cold coffee several times, you will continue to smell coffee for the rest of the evening.
Bunch of savages.
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