Day 661 – Reminder to self

We were in the pool again until after 9 this evening. That’s why this blog post is so late.
Sorry, I know you’ve been desperately hitting the refresh buttons on your respective browsers.

Is this January hotter than previous Januarys (Januaries?), or is it just our collective imagination?

Anyway, while we were cooling down this evening, floating and gazing at passing satellites, I realised that I need to get a photo of the pool at night. I mean, I’ve already done that here, but I’m thinking of chucking the drone up to get a proper overhead, rather than one from the bedroom window. When I read this, maybe I’ll remember.

In that post above, I suggested that the pool light was a gimmick, and it is, but it’s a damn cool gimmick, and nightswimming (which deserves a quiet night; I’m not sure all these people understand) is made much more fun by being lit from within.

The heat and the floating have left me a little tired, and I suspect that I will be heading up for an early night ahead of the first full week of school…

Or I might end up watching the Spanish Super Cup final.

Who can say?

Day 556 – A day by the pool

Not outside, because it’s 14 degrees with occasion rain showers. Eww.

There’s no fun in that.

So a morning spent spring cleaning, and then once that was over, some of this:

I started out with the simple niftus fiftus:

An affordable, high quality lens that’s perfect for creative portraits and low-light photos. Blur backgrounds to make your subject stand out, and enjoy smooth near-silent STM focusing when shooting movies.

…and the intention to produce something truly incredible, but then the light was all difficult (I need to try it at night, when things are much more controllable) and so I changed my mind and decided to hit some pool balls instead of togging them.

It looks a bit #RBOSS, but I promise that it’s really not. I just need to work out a better way of expressing the bright colours. I’m still popping this up onto Flickr as a marker of how much better I will be able to do once I decide to plan better and put a bit more effort in.

Day 455 – Bar

Here’s the latest new addition to the house, bought second hand from beyond the Boerewors Curtain and successfully heaved (almost) into place this evening.

OK, let’s start with the disclaimers. Cellphone shot, lighting needs work, bookshelf needs moving, fridge needs moving (we’ve got an old undercounter one for under the counter), and we need better barstools. At least, more than one.

But it’s a good start, and we can sort all those things out. Because on the plus side, this was a big chunk of our plan for the Games Room/Bar, and I can really see it coming together now.

It’ll be great… if we’re ever allowed to have parties again.

Day 357 – B&A

Well, it’s taken a while, but here they are: The Before and After photos of our pool.

This wasn’t a thing we wanted to have done, and other jobs that we did want to have done have now had to be postponed because of deep shortfall in cold, hard cash, but there were so many fibreglass particles in the water that the pool was unusable (unless you really liked itching for 12 hours afterwards). And swallowing it? Well, you don’t do that with swimming pools.

But now it’s done and it actually looks pretty good, I think.
Hang on, I’m going to see if I can get this image comparison tool I’ve just found, working…

In my defence, I didn’t even know that it was a thing I could do when I started writing this post, let alone when I took the photos.

So let’s do it this way instead:

The chlorinator was installed yesterday, and this morning, some nice men came and chucked lots of baking soda and 150kg of salt into the water. Now we just need a few more nice days before summer deserts us completely to warm the damn thing up, because it’s quite chilly at the moment.

And yes, I know that I cheated by taking one image on a rubbish grey day and one with the gorgeous sunshine glinting through the pristine water, but that’s how all before and after images work. And I really paid for it in demonstrating the lack of dynamic range of my phone camera [sad trombone].