A change is as good as a rest. So they say. So I have decided to change my theme. The old one had begun to bore me. Do you like? Or not like? I’m not 100% sure, but I rarely am when it comes to change. I’ll run with it for a while and see if I get used to it. There’s no sidebar or footer for widgets. Any widgets have to fit in a pull down section at the top. I’m not keen on pull down sections filled with junk. So the dynamic blogroll has gone. Along with my Twitter feed. Meh. Continue reading
One of my first jobs, perhaps my first ever job, was as a paper boy. It’s most boys first job. It didn’t pay a fortune, but it could be done in about an hour, early in the morning before school. It was a much better job on a warm summer morning than on a wet, dark wintry morning. I quickly worked out that I was better off leaving my BMX bike at the newagents and running my round. When I was a kid, I could run like Forest Gump. But further. I’m Continue reading
I found one of the few photos from India featuring both myself and Mrs P. There aren’t many of them, for obvious reasons. Someone has to hold the camera, and that’s usually me. But I clearly must have trusted someone here. Enough to let them hold my Fuji for just a few moments. It’s a nice shot. Nicer now that I’ve processed it with a little more care. But maybe it’s a little over saturated. Or else I had a better tan than I remember.
India has a ton of problems that need fixing. Pollution, poverty and plastic waste all spring to mind. But the particular issue to which I refer is the processing of my photos from my holiday. I have a confession – I shot for two days straight with the white balance on my camera stuck at the far setting, enveloping every shot in a ghastly shade of red. Schoolboy error.for the first day at the Taj Mahal, because the lighting was poor and the LCD on the Continue reading
The beach hut is a familiar sight along the sand and shingle beaches of seaside towns in the UK. The first beach huts were converted wheeled bathing machines, fisherman’s huts and sheds set up for the benefit of the working classes. Where might you find the first purpose built beach huts? Why, you’d find them here in Bournemouth. Continue reading
Perhaps the anonymous moniker of Mrs P is getting old and in need of a revamp. I liked the turn of phrase that came in Dana’s comment, a post or two ago. Mysterious P is a much better name. Here’s a photo that’s a suitable attachment to the name. Will it stick? Probably not. Mrs P is much easier to write. Continue reading
I have so far added 756 photos to my Flickr account in 2017. Some good, many so-so, a few that suck and a handful which I really like. There’s a few days left for more to go up, but I think I have a settled selection of the best of the year. It’s been a good year. We’ve been to Scotland, Spain and India. And within the UK we’ve been to stately homes and castles across the south/south east, punting in Cambridge and Ladies Day at Royal Ascot. It’s Continue reading
I can be sent to work at any of a number of locations. But there’s one I seem to get sent to most. It’s the place furthest from home at the very end of the line. Read into that what you will. But I don’t mind. I enjoy the commute. Continue reading
I had a problem adding location info to photos taken on my Fuji and then processed on my iPad. So I bought a new app, GeoTagr. That worked just fine. Better than fine. It lets you tag photos before or after processing or even within Flickr after they’ve been uploaded. I’m a step closer to a computer-less world.
The last day of this little project. I began to lose steam halfway through. I’m all photo’d out. It’s the last day of my four day holiday and I’m not moving off the sofa. Here’s a snap of my TV. It’s nothing outrageously special, but it’s a 55 inch 4K screen with smart features like BBC iPlayer and Netflix built in. It suits us just fine. But I really want a smaller, more discreet cabinet.
London is a magical place to be at Christmas. To be honest, most cities in Europe and the Americas are magic at Christmas. Apparently, in the US, there’s a War on Christmas. If there is, then I suspect that the ones whining about it and the ones waging it. I suspect Jesus would agree with me. If he existed…
Salisbury is a great place for Christmas shopping. Aside from the extensive ships, there’s a decent Christmas market. And the atmosphere that seems to come naturally to cathedral towns. We passed the former PM Ted Heaths home. He had many merry Christmases here. If what Continue reading
I don’t drink tea. Ghastly stuff. I didn’t drink coffee until early 2004, and only then out of laziness. I worked with someone who brewed up on the hour every hour. It just seemed easier to say yes to a cup, than stand up and go get my own drink. I learned to love coffee. If there’s a choice, Starbucks wins every time. Cafe Nero is a close second. Costa Coffee is a distant third. Recently I went green and bought a reusable cup that gets me 25p off whenever I visit Starbucks. Which is quite often. If I’ve not got an early start at Continue reading
What you’re looking at there is part of Poole Harbour, a large natural harbour on the south coast. Humans have had settlements here since before the Romans turned up – a 2000 year old log boat has been extracted from its waters. These days it provides sanctuary for the yachts of the wealthy, and for the red squirrels of Brownsea Island.
Seven days. Seven B&W photos. These flats have just recently been built. We were flat hunting when they were going up and I had a look. Love the area. Not so fond of the price.