I don’t know quite what it is with me at the moment, but I’m seeing everything through very photographic glasses, as in I keep seeing photos in everything I see. And when I see actual photos, I seem to be seeing them differently. Brian’s KRC image instantly screamed black and white at me, and so I black and whited it.
I really like the light and the definition in the chimney turbine cowls, and the large, almost comical, TV aerial on the left adds… something.
Oscar has reached the stage in life where he is still a kitten in his behaviour, but not any longer in his appearance. Sort of a cat teenager. Oscar has a very short attention span, and is currently programmed to check out everything he sees, like some obsessively exploratory robot.
And I think that this particularly brilliant image of Oscar needs memeing.
There’s even a sensible and convenient amount of space left above and below for the caption(s). That’s really thoughtful, clever photography, right there. Genius.
I’m going to be using this to depict my fairly regular moments of horror as I make various realisations about South Africa and discoveries about life in general.
I haven’t found one specific thing worthy of a blog post of its own yet today, so I thought I’d share several of the thing which were almost worthy of a blog post of their own. Collectively, these things are worth far more than a single blog post, so you’re certainly getting your money’s worth today.
Insane! Or rather not in Seine at all right now. This is of specific interest to me because we’ve just booked a trip to Europe in June/July and Paris and French waterways are included. I particularly enjoyed the line:
The national flood monitoring agency Vigicrues said the water levels hit a maximum height of 5.84 meters (19 feet, 2 inches) on the Austerlitz scale early Monday. That’s below initial fears last week, and well below record levels of 8.62 meters in 1910.
Yeah. But that’s only really a bonus if your property lies between 5.85 and 8.62m on the Austerlitz scale though, isn’t it?
Am I the only one who finds this headline vaguely threatening? The “are gathering” bit does sound as if there is some common porpoise (stop it!) to their behaviour, and I think we’re all aware that what I mean by that is dolphin invasion, something we’ve covered here before. Researchers suggest that it may rather be something to do with defending themselves against sharks, but then researchers would suggest that, wouldn’t they? They’re in on the act. It’s telling that the majority of the pods have been sighted off the sleepy seaside village of Port Elizabeth. PE is the ideal place to begin an takeover: by the time the locals have worked out what is going on and release the emergency carrier pigeons from the Campanile, the tanks (either kind, you do the maths) of invading dolphins will be on the Free State border.
Playing with photos
Practice, they say, makes perfect. And one day, I’d like my photo editing to be perfect. So, whenever I can, I’m finding photos to practice on. Since I didn’t take any this weekend (again, despite this), I’ve borrowed one from Brian Micklethwait over at BrianMicklethwait.com. I loved his photo of Victoria Station (link), and so I shamelessly stole borrowed it and put a bit of a spin on it with Adobe Lightroom Classic CC.
Just for absolute clarity, I’m not suggesting that my version is in any way better. I’m just suggesting that it’s different. I was inspired by two things: firstly, the “vintage” look of the station roof, and secondly, Brian’s own thoughts on his image:
I like how this kind of scene permits bright colours, like those little union jacks, but turns fainter colours monochrome, like when that little girl in a red coat appears in Schindler’s List.
The more washed out feel that I’ve tried to give it still allows for those flags to stand out. Maybe they should stand out more. Maybe I should practice more.
I used to play the flute. Basically because it was easier than any other instrument. But when I discovered the gramophone, which is even easier, I pretty much gave up. Certain flute pieces still traumatise me when I hear them.