It’s the only way to travel.
Literally. At the minute it’s the only way to travel. I’m making a killing renting out Huskies.The ducks have less space to play just now.Man, I’m so far behind on processing these photos it’s not funny. Taken in December as part of a comparison series between my E-600 with the 25mm pancake lens and an OM2n with the 50mm f1.8, and (shock! horror!) a roll of film.
Fun as it was, I’d choose the digital pic over the film in almost all of the exposures. Although perhaps the choice of film or processing lab would play a part. I may experiment more in the realm if my eBay quest for a semi-cheap 35RC ever succeeds.The sun admits defeat and sets, having made very little progress in melting away the snowfestation we suffer under.A seasonally appropriate colour.Queen’s Park in the snow.Really, the only interesting thing about this is that due to the absence of kids in the playground this felt like the only time I can walk through it with a camera without being called a kiddy-fiddler-in-waiting and arrested.One from the back catalogue. The only thing that I like about winter is the conveniently timed sunsets and sunrises.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
Grass? Can barely remember what it looks like.It’s good to be prepared, I suppose.Yay! Presents!
Inside, the same gift that was in that suitcase from Pulp Fiction.It seems that Glagow at night in the snow naturally tends towards the sepia.It’s either the base of a snowman or a completely impractical snowballLast week’s lunch, at Òran Mór’s Brasserie.
Baked Goats Cheese, Tomato & Basil Pesto in Puff Pastry with Aged Balsamzic. Well worth £3.50.Oi Oi Oi.Look, I’ve already got a cold. I was going to stay in bed anyway. You don’t need to surround my flat with further coldification to convince me.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMair floowers, likesay.I see getting to work tomorrow is going to be “fun”.Go on. Run your idea up there, see who salutes.
I demand proof, Mr. Neon Sign.It’s getting red and cold everywhere. Time to put the heating back on, I guess.Glasgow’s Old Fruit Market, October 20th, 2010.Some of the fine baubles available for purchase at Edinburgh Zoo. Or are they trinkets?Bongo, Edinburgh Zoo.I think I’ve angered this little fella. I’m sure he wants to hurt me.This dude’s altogether too chilled. Woah.There’s an awful lot of these penguins in the zoo.This is cheating, Edinburgh Zoo. For shame.There’s no shortage of penguin photo opportunities at Edinburgh Zoo, that’s for sure.
This photostream may become a little penguin-centric over the coming days. Sorry.More Snow GlobesHiya Lion! Hiya pal!Well, it was either this or stand around twiddling my thumbs.Perhaps not the best idea to block out what’s probably going to be the last of the sun Scotland sees for nine months with this curtain, but I like the effect.
And I’m testing a new (to me, at least) toy.She gets up and sleeps.Kangaroo, Edinburgh ZooChow time for this little fellaOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAJust to break up all the animals in the stream. Also taken at Edinburgh Zoo, mind.Getting ready for the parade. Well, apart from the dude slumped on the floor on the right. Get a grip, penguin!Regardless of the size of waterfall, I am always reminded of the unescapable truth that I have again forgotten to buy ND filters.Kangaroo, Edinburgh ZooA Sad Penguin, at Edinburgh Zoo.
I know we shouldn’t anthropomorphise animals, especially penguins given that whole March of the Penguins thing, but this little guy does look defeated by life, doesn’t he?Glasgow’s Old Fruit Market, October 20th, 2010.
Badly Drawn Boy pimping his merch.This sign was misleading. Edinburgh Zoo does not contain a three kilometer tall koala.This penguin’s attempts to hypnotise me were doomed to failure.
Now you must excuse me, I have to go and buy a ton of fish for some reason.Hey! I’m over here! Look at me dammit!
Man, penguins are tools.I do appreciate the efforts these penguins make with their hairstyles. Most rad.The penguins are much more elegant underwater than waddling around on land.T5: Rise of the Monkey MachinesI have nightmares about lighting fixtures like this.Glasgow’s Old Fruit Market, October 20th, 2010.A tigger!
Most likely a demented tigger, given the non-stop, manic pacing in front of the glass enclosure it was doing. It’s the big cat equivalent of sitting hugging your knees and rocking back and forward.Taken in a surprisingly gloomy enclosure at Edinburgh Zoo some months back, for a shot at ISO2000 from an Olympus, this scrubs up quite well, I reckon.He’s a wicked little guy
He’s a dink
Way to go
I like him
I got problems
The 12-60mm Oly zoom is hardly a macro lens, but it’ll do in a pinch.It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but don’t let that fool you.
It doesn’t look like much on the inside either.Geese! A Goose! Geeses! Jeez.There is literally no image that’s safe from a black ‘n’ white filter, as far as I’m concerned.Well, I say Brunch. Going by the timestamp it was closer to Lupper.A braw day fur messin’ aboot wi’ boats, eh?
Also, och aye! Haggis! Etc!No-one’s going to be a-shimmying up this drainpipe. No way.A bizzare arrangement of spikes, canoes and ropes, with a prime view of the Clyde’s burgeoning smokestack neighbourhood.A snapshot of my lens family, circa September 2010. Many of those featured here have went on to pastures new.
Queen’s Park through an IR filter.The view out of my back window, through an IR filter.
Just playing.This watch failed in its primary, and only, duty of keeping the time.
It has since been disposed of.The Marriage of Kate Jones and Craig Eastman.
Craig and Kate’s wedding bands. Beautiful design.More Queen’s Park through an IR filter.The Marriage of Kate Jones and Craig Eastman.
Prepping for the first dance.A cyclist braving the squiggles of the Tradeston Bridge.More playing with the IR filter, this time with a tripod for a slightly less noise-tastic image.Cars go fast. This is truth.Day or night, the wind still blows. And those industrious turbines are there to capture that wind.
Thanks, windfarms!
Tharms.Lordy. More Queen’s Park through an IR filter? When will it end?Or brand new IR filter at least. Thought I’d take advantage of the rare suny Glaswegian day to try out this new el cheapo fleaBay IR filter in Queen’s Park.
Not bad, given that it’s handheld. ISO noise seems way more pronounced at lower levels, which I suppose is to be expected, but without a tripod it’s remarkable you can get anything at all, at least without major camera sensor surgery.Because tea is important, and I’m worth it.Frankly, this is only going up because if I don’t create a new album in the first week of the month I feel like I’m wasting time and money.
And no, I’m not afraid to filter an image until it’s dead, thank you for asking.Right, that’s enough IR for now.Yet more Queen’s Park through an IR filter.The Marriage of Kate Jones and Craig Eastman.
The Grey Spirit tartan served us well, achingly trendy as it may be.The Marriage of Kate Jones and Craig Eastman.
St. John’s Church, Llandudno.Little Orme basking in the same sunshine that has currently reduced my face and arms to a painful bright red mockery of humanity.
It’s like magic, really. He rummages around in there for a while and pulls out a set of negatives. It’s like Tommy Cooper, but without the funny hat.
I am going to buy Craig a funny hat.Someone’s had it in for this poor stone cherub, I fear.I believe this camera worked better before it dropped off a tripod? Might be confusing the models.Craig teaches us how to develop film.
I believe that was orange juice and an upturned top hat used for this particular brand.There’s never enough props used in self-portraiture these days, I find. I seek to redress that balance.
I suppose it does rain a lot in Edinburgh, although I question exactly how useful that umbrella will be to a statue, especially in that state.Arthur’s Seat taken over an unusally deserted Bruntsfield Links.It takes hundred of these bees to match the sound of just one vuvuzela.The fountain outside the People’s Palace.Cheap colour gimmickery? Moi?
Why, the very suggestion is an outrage!Glasgow’s Jamaica Street Bridge given the Aperture toy camera treatment.
Why on earth I’ve spent so much cash on cameras, lenses, software and computer hardware to make an image look like it was taken on a Chinese knock-off of a Soviet era rubbish camera is question best left for another day.James Watt. That’s what.Is it just me or does this statue of James Watt in the Winter Gardens of Glasgow’s palatial, er, People’s Palace, look unduly depressed?
Although I suppose if a bird had been abusing my head I’d be down about it too.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe fountain outside the People’s Palace.Pink.
It’s like red.
But not quite.
Tyler, ’97.Keep meaning to do more of this stuff. But I’m so scared of the dark. Still, I suppose that adds a bit of edge to the process.You would be forgiven for thinking that this iron railing would not be necessary to protect Edinburgh Castle. What with it being a castle and all. And designed for defence. And on built on a massive, steep slab of volcanic rock.
You would be wrong, though. We salute you, Iron Railing, Defender of ScotlandSuspension bridges – feat of engineering or dark majicks?
Well, engineering, obviously, but I can’t think of anything else to write in this box.
An unusually clear day. That’s the R.S.S. Discovery, that is.Re-Discovery? Yeah, whatever.Another shot of the R.S.S. Discovery, later on in the day.The R.R.S. Dicovery, now in a Dundee that isn’t significantly colder than the Antarctica that made it’s nameOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAPollock Park sawmill again.Ordinary enough subject matter, but I find for some reason the reflections on the stream makes my brain go all bananas.Who knew Drew lived in a pastel land of sunbeams and happiness pie?
Being able to bust an HDR from an iPhone continues to freak me all the way out.
Hurrah! Spring! Not Snow! Still Freezing, but!Very soon now, these obnoxiously bare plants and trees will be a little more decoratively adorned.A small section of a tree.Assorted teas in assorted bottles.Maybe not the single most scenic view, but I’ve seen worse.
Black and white’d for fake drama.Hurrah! Spring! Not Snow!That bread is altogether too foosty to be eaten, really.On the way to the pagoda.Bridge by night. Seems unnecessarily tall.Spring. Colour. Woot.Chance’d be a fine thing. Promises, promises. And relax.And I’m Part Of A Triplet.A pagoda by night, in DaHu Park, Taipei.I realised I hadn’t tried this ol’ standard technique yet. Not the best place for it, but hey, I’m just experimenting.I call this ‘Lunch’. Because it was.Another view from the hotel. The metro lines run above the road.
Which you can probably see from the picture.A night-time trip to DaHu Park from the hotel will take you up this stretch of road.The view North fom Queen’s Park.Looking out the office of the engineering company I was visiting.Natural, or hewn by man? Who can say? What? Oh. Alright. It’s man-made.The view South fom Queen’s Park.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAnother angle of the pagoda by night, in DaHu Park, Taipei.Well, swan pond, perhapsA couple of swans, minding their own business.It’s tea, naturally.The views in Taiwan would have been much nicer if not for all the mist.Home, James.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
Damn you, lens flare. Damn you to hell.A fisheye shot mainly showing how messy my living room is at the moment.Boulders. And Shores.An earthenware monument.Nice day for it.Not voiced by Stephen Fry, sadly.The inimitable Craig near Llandudno Pier.Chortle.What I like about Aperture 3 is the wide variety of sliders for me to play with.
I plan on understanding what at least ten percent of these sliders do by the year end. For example, I have little idea how I turned a bright sunny Weegie afternoon into this post-apocalyptic drudgescape, but thems the breaks.The way back to land.Ah, got my bearings now. That’ll be Little Orme / Rhiwledyn, taken from Llandundo Pier.Llandudno Pier again. Apologies for the monoculture.Wood, of some sort. Might have been the end of a bench. Can’t remember. Oh well.The Great Orme. Sounds like a bad Sci-Fi villain.Happy Valley sounds ominously like some sort of cult headquarters. nonetheless, we got through it unaffected. All hail the Flying Spaghetti Monster.I have literally no idea where this was taken.That’ll be part of the Great Orme headland. Taken from Llandudno Pier.Looks like someone’s bustin’ out the Silver Efex again.
For some reason my Lonsdale trainers came with this keyring mini-boxing glove. How pointlessly awesome.Awwww.Telescopes and headlands and railings, oh my!Llandundo Pier. The last time you’ll see it on this photostream, honest. At least for now.From, er, a hill.Don’t fall.Hello, you chirpy lil’ fella!Gosh. I’ve created a disaster-in-waiting.I am absolutely terrified.Cranes and spreader beams and containers, oh my!
Given a faded Kodak look, for no particular reason.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe end of Llandudno Pier.A rest for the seagulls.Water above water. It’s not natural.I don’t think they’re designed for that.Rocks. And Shores.Sea air is not particularly refreshing for iron, as it turns out.It’s Craig and Drew. Hello!Somewhere in Happy Valley’s mysterious Alice in Wonderland themed section.I have a thing for massive cranes and spreader beams.
Sue me.A very small door that’s part of the Alice in Wonderland theme running through the Happy Valley in Llandudno.It’s a tractor.
