Cup o' Plant

A small plant in the styrofoam cup.

Moon-dial

I am feeling somewhat over-whelmed by things that I should be doing. I should be working on some photographs that I promised. Oh, well. It is the weekend coming.

It is good to be home

No matter how nice it feels to go on a little holiday, it is always good to be home.

Tooks some photographs to a Gallery to take part in an exhibition and made a bit of a holiday out of it. Had adventures. Got stopped for speeding but just received a warning because of my winning smile. Visited. Shot photos.


A good couple of days.

Cowboy Town

I am in Williams Lake. Yesterday I was in the suburbs of Horsefly and to get on the Internet you need to perform some primitive tribal rites that I just did not have the patience for.

So no post yesterday.

Tomorrow I will be home and back on schedule.

An Important Lesson

This is not a very good photograph.

In fact that is the point. This is a lesson in the importance of having a camera. When there is frantic work happening all around you and you have a camera, you don't have to do a damned thing. People are sweating away and the hardest work you do is release the shutter. The shots don't have to be good. You just have to make people believe they are going to be good.

And of course you want them in the best light so you find yourself under that shady tree sipping a glass of nice red wine, a Merlot perhaps.

Yes, cameras are good things to own.

Canon F1

Canon F1 with 300 mm lens: an incredible piece or precision machinery. The block on top is a Servo EE Finder. The Servo EE finder gave the F1 shutter priority automatic exposure. A servo mechanism in the finder drove the aperture lever on the lens, stopping it down to the correct value.

The thing hanging at my waist is the battery pack which is connected to the Servo finder by the curly cord.

All that and it is well under 10 pounds in weight.

Needing Direction

I went for a walk today. Alone. And, for some reason, I felt lonely.

Signs

I was shooting pictures of road signs. When I saw this I thought I would add it to the collection. It looks like one of those road arrows.

The End of the Road

You know that all journeys have to end somewhere. Or, on a more positive note, every journey begins somewhere.

My Aminus Blog has a different image for the day.

Four Bagger

I guess this was a home run. The ball was laying beyond the right field fence.

My Aminus Blog has a different image for the day.

A Taste of Europe

New Technology

There will be a time when the world looks at PCs and MACs and Blackberries in museums and wonder how people existed like that. Can you imagine actually touch a keyboard to click and clack out a message? And just what was that Esc key for anyway?

Maybe if we hit Ctrl-Alt-Del in life and rebooted we would get to that more advanced time right now.
Another Image for today at My Aminus Blog

Eight Things About Me

This has been a bear of a job.

L.M. Noonan at http://lmnoonan.blogspot.com is to blame for my participation in this meme of eights. First of all:

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Eight things about ME

1: I'm shy. That is no surprise to people who know me in "real" life. I always have been. It has caused be to have this strange inability to communicate. Even in groups of two (including me) I become tongue-tied. When I do manage to open my mouth and speak I spew crap. My brain thinks one thing but my mouth just refuses to pay attention.

2: The flip side of being so shy that I can't speak is that I love being on stage. I have been in theatre for over 35 years. Yikes! Didn't realise I was that old. I can be on stage in front of hundreds but would rather die than address a meeting.

3: I hate mice. Always have. They give me the creeps.

4: I like to read mystery novels. That is my shameful pleasure. I like all kinds of novels but for some reason became addicted to mysteries. Especially English detectives.

5: I am a boring human being. And I cry some times.

6: I hate Christmas. Always have. I was always sick. Allergic to those damn trees. My favourite Christmas was a few years ago. It was my first Christmas of living alone after being married. I went for a nice walk. It was so quiet outside with so many people cramming food in their mouths. I had a sandwich for Christmas dinner. I also have always hated birthdays. It is nothing to do with age. It is the attention thing. Don't like it.

7: I have the perfect face to be behind a camera. Mirrors are instruments of evil.

8: I have trouble accepting things from people. Lunch. A bottle of spice. I just get so depressed that I want to jump off a bridge. There should be a number 9. I regret ever everything. I know I will regret posting this.

I will try to send this on to others and then will add the list later.

Leaves.

A little colour.

Dart Coon Club Headquarters

I love Victoria. It is a wonderful little city to visit.

The Dog

He stood watching me. He looked very interested in what I was doing. That is until I went to snap the picture. He suddenly got as flat as possible.

I believe he thought he was in the way. What a guy.

I liked the brown fur that seemed to match the brick.

Model A

No. 3-A Folding Brownie Camera
Model A
Eastman Kodak Company,
Rochester, N.Y. --Made In U. S. A.
U. S. PATENTS:
Sept. 25, 1894; Jan. 21, 1902; July 8, 1902; Nov. 18, 1902.
OTHER PATENTS APPLIED FOR.

Another Image for today at My Aminus Blog

Vic Pic

A shot from Victoria last week. This is Michael. No, not me. Another Michael.

I am pooped. I need a nap. Or food. Or both.

Two Roads Diverged

I have decided to finally split the path of posts. There will be this blogger and my Aminus Blog with different images. It is kind of like I have too much time on my hands.

This shot is from the University of Northern British Columbia. How many universities have moose problems on campus? Be careful catching the bus. Bullwinkle might be lurking.

The Trees

One living tree stands vigil over a dead brother in the desert near Cache Creek.

In this area one dead tree makes a big difference to the population.

The Trickle

There is something vaguely sexual about this.

Or maybe it is just in my imagination?

Road Trip - Victoria - Fan Tan

An alley in Victoria's China Town.

Road Trip - Oak Bay

I did it. Took the plunge and bought a Canon 5D.

Yehaw!! An extraordinary piece of equipment.

Oh, by the way, that is the first shot I did with it. My little baby. Isn't he a cute little guy?

Road Trip - Victoria

This is not a great shot. Just a quick point and shoot. It is my son at his antique desk in the Margaret Atwood Boarding House in Victoria, BC.

He is living the life of the true starving writer waiting to get his break in the literary world. That first published novel had better be dedicated to ME.

Road Trip - Fraser Canyon

CN Railway tunnel in the Fraser Canyon.

It was lonely there.

Road Trip - Cache Creek

Spending the night at the little desert town of Cache Creek, BC.

Thought I would take a swim.

No water in the pool.

Bubbles

I am in the beautiful desert town of Cache Creek British Columbia. Seemed like a good place to stop, get a motel room and slip into a nice bath.

No, that is not a self portrait.

Old, Wrinkled, but Still In Love

It doesn't matter how old and wrinkled your petals get, there is someone to love you.

Road Trip! Heading for Victoria tomorrow. Actually won't get there until Tuesday. It is going to be a slow trip. My post in might be a bit intermittent but there will always be a post on my other blog.

Ok, Ok, I'll Take the Picture

It was not as naggy as that sounds.

Good Old Colette Amelia asked me to shoot that picture of her flower. I did. End of story.

Well, not quite the end. There is also the idea that I like it. There was a second flower, a bleeding heart, behind that I manages to keep out of focus.

That is the end of the story.