”Remember what Bilbo used to say: It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
-Bilbo Baggins, LotR
Roads are dangerous. To most people there are a billion different roads in this world. This one is the one that will take you to work. The one over there leads to the park and if you go around the corner there’s one that will take you to the supermarket. But to a few of us there is only one road. Oh, itt splits and divides a million times like the tributaries of a world-spanning river as it courses through the cit, but ultimately the street outside turns into a broad boulevard, which leads into the motorway, and which sweep you hundred of miles away, to the next state over. After you get there the road splits again. From motorway to village high street to dirt track to a beautiful meadowed hillside.
And Christ, but the temptation to just walk out of the house, pick a road and follow it just to follow it can be maddening. I don’t even want to follow the road to its end; the journey itself can be enough.
I added two updated galleries this morning: St. George, Utah and Vistas of Azeroth.
I assissted this fine lady in St. George, Utah, on Saturday, at what turned out to be a paticularly interesting wedding.
First off, the rules of the park where it was held stated that any given spot is first-come, first-served. And a dive group had taken the location of the wedding, resulting in them surfacing right in the middle of the ceremony.
Second, it was held at midday in the middle of a desert, by a lake. The light was insane, I wound up with a nice even sunburn down the right side of my face. Nice one. It also made getting a shot difficult at best. I resorted to shooting full manual, adjusting aperature to match the light, and using fill flash where possible.
Third, I dropped and subsequently bricked my flash gun. It has to go away for repair when I can afford it.
Fourth, after some very heavy processing I did manage to get a few great photos:
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Five
Today started last night, with me falling asleep reading this excellent article. Patsy O’Neill gave me the first bit good of advice about photography: Always carry your camera with you, and the article gave me my second (paraphrased): If you only show people your good photos, they’ll think you’re good. And hey, that works perfectly fine for me!
Work was…bleh. There pretty much wasn’t anything to do as the lovely weather kept the customers out. I did make a child cry, accidently, while her mother was filling out a cheque. I got the child’s attention and made my rawr face, as I’m wont to do. Tears swiftly followed. It was funny, although I’ve probably scarred a child for life now.
I got off work early as I skipped lunch, bought some shower gel and then had the bottle open and destroy my bag on the way home. Exciting , isn’t it? Ah well, I threw myself into tweaking the “Bill” photo from yesterday and came out with an excellent wallpaper:
Bill Wallpaper 1
I went up the Dyke Road at after seven o’clock and wound up doing better than usual on the crud:good photo ratio – four good photos and one okay out of a total of 86. Behold:
Snail on a leaf
Teh Ladybug
Crop suggestions please!
The best of 20
Just some trees..
And now I get to go and delete all of my ununsed photos, as I’m effectively out of hard drive room (/home is the important partition here):
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