Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Thursday, 24 March 2011

New York



Thinking of holidays I so wish I could go back to New York City.
And taking more pictures like this. One of my favourites ones...

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Modern Squalidness

Modern squalidness in Central London

Isolation and squalor few metres away from the Oxford Street shoppers - but so much different from them?




Monday, 21 March 2011

London Demo in support of Bradley Manning

London Demo in support of Bradley Manning Demotix.com

I went to the demo today. It didn't have the highest attendance ever but considering the subject the turnout wasn't that bad either. Great atmosphere, nice people, many friends from the previous Julian Assange court hearing demo's, and some other new. Highlight of the day? Apart from the speeches and the saddening Manning's diary excerpts read out the best thing was with no doubt the wacky Imagine's rendition from one of the supporters. Up there with Friends Phoebe's Smelly Cat.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Super Moon!

'Oniric Super Moon'

Today, 19th March, I realised it was Father's Day. I completely forgot about it. Strange how when I was a child Father's Day would be an important day where I would try and not anger my father by showing affection and gratitude (what for anyway?) and now I've completely forgotten about the day. Maybe I no longer feel the constriction of showing my affection. Or maybe I've long given up on the idea that if I did something right my father would love me back. The long distance might be one of the reasons also.

Anyway I tried taking decent pictures of the 'Super Moon' but it wasn't easy as: A. It was very cold on the patio and after 20 minutes outside I was starting losing use of my fingers (strangely enough the right hand loses sensitivity faster than the left one) B. I was playing up with my camera trying and find the right settings for the night shots. That reminded me I should go back and study photography. Another thing I beat myself up for.