It is truly astonishing what phone cameras are capable these days, and that old saw about the best camera being the one you have with you is truer than ever. Nevertheless, I do sometimes get a hankering to go back to my “proper” camera. Sometimes it is because the picture couldn’t be taken any other way, like the nesting blue tits I posted yesterday. Other times it is because I want a degree of control more than the phone affords me.
The excitement, last year, of having a pair of blue tits choose to make a home in a sculpture on the terrace was huge. How much more exciting, then, to have them (or others) return this year? It was a much cooler and wetter spring, with fewer opportunities to take pictures, and when I finally sa...
Later than I’ve ever been, I think, thanks to The Client From Hell. Further proof, if proof were needed, that no amount of compensation is sufficient and also of that old adage:
If a thing’s not worth doing, it’s not worth doing well.
Heigh ho.
In the olden days, one of my main forms of purposive exercise was Nordic walking, or as I call it, walking with sticks. After I had ramped up my high intensity interval training, though, it seemed like a bit of overkill. Sure, I could have walked with sticks on Tuesdays and Thursdays (Mon, Wed and Fri being HIIT) but I could also just go for a walk, which was altogether too attractive in comparison.
The idea of BookCrossing appeals to me. You give a book away, directly to someone or left where someone might find it, and by registering it with BookCrossing there's a chance you'll find out who gets it next. Reuse, community, all that stuff. So much so that I joined up pretty quickly (2010-06-07...
