It’s getting late and you need a quota photo for the blog.
Flickr? Hmm…
Instagram? Nah…
But no, wait, has one of the kids (probably the smaller one) has left me a Prisma’d Brindle Bass (Epinephelus lanceolatus) on my phone.
Very artistic.
Yes, that’ll do nicely. Thank you.
There’s a hint of spring in the air. That’s good, because spring is nice and warm and a forerunner of summer (yes, that happens here too). It’s not so great because we still need quite a lot of winter rain to fill up our dams.
Here’s spring-like quota photo of a Eurasian Blue Tit (Cyanistes caeruleus) exiting a nesting box last spring in Sheffield:
I’ll admit that I couldn’t remember the scientific name for this little guy, so I had to look it up. On the page was this:
Yeah. Bit generic, that second one.
Interestingly, the Common chaffinch (Fringilla coelebs) continues to be a problematic invasive species but only in certain parts of the Southern Suburbs:
The chaffinch was introduced from Britain into several of its overseas territories in the 19th century. In South Africa a very small breeding colony in the suburbs of Constantia, Hout Bay and Camps Bay in Cape Town is the only remnant of such an introduction.
I was shocked when I saw one in Bergvliet last year. Seeing a chaffinch was shocking, but worse was the sudden realisation that I was in Bergvliet.
Incoming from a correspondent – a photograph which includes a lighthouse.
Regular readers will know that I’m a sucker for a photograph which includes a lighthouse, and this is no exception. I’m told that this is Porthcawl in the midst of a 2015 winter storm. Whether that’s correct or not (looking at images having googled ‘Porthcawl’ would suggest that it is), it’s an amazing picture.
While all the focus is drawn to the dramatic, angrily competing seas centre stage, the nearly insignificant red light of the lighthouse plays a wonderful cameo on the left.
Very nice.
Thanks A Correspondent
Because tomorrow is a public holiday, and because today was a school holiday, we skived off work. And I was up late this morning. Nice.
Since then, I’ve got close to very little done. If I was looking for a photo to use an analogy for the day, then this would be it.
It’s not often that Colin and I see eye to eye, but this pretty much sums up my attitude to Monday 8th August 2016.
Unashamedly so, too.
Later, because of the clear skies, and fueled by Castle Milk Stout and some (or more) Klipdrift, I intend to continue Project Night Sky Photography.
Watch this space for spectacular results, or, more likely, save your time and don’t.
I nearly didn’t get to blog today. One of those days when it feels like you’ve done nothing, but equally like you’ve not stopped all day. And then suddenly, it’s dark and you wonder, through a Black Label induced haze, where all the time has gone.
In retrospect, maybe it was something to do with the genie in the brown bottle.
Sitting in front of a roaring fire (or as near as we can get with damp wood) with a glass of red wine, it actually doesn’t seem to have been a bad day at all.
Just unfeasibly short.
Internet has got me on EDGE (literally), so if you want photos, go to my Instagram.