One geek still howling at the moon
In amongst my wanderings and doing of the past week, I had another run-in with the world’s most awesome alley cat:
I really love this cat. She’s beautiful, friendly, and very playful to boot.
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I was in connemara with Mike on Tuesday morning, although honestly most of my photos outside of the IR I took at Lough Corrib were muck. We met Katie in Spiddeal on the way back for lunch and I got sun burnt.
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I paid a visit to them on Saturday evening, but the light was shit, frankly. Way too bright and flat for any kind of interesting shooting. If we get a dull overcast or bright sunny light tomorrow I’ll go back and shoot more.
The works were honestly fascinating for all of that, with many interesting old and battered things to photograph and gawk over. There was a row of wonderful old and rusted tanks to one side of the building, that made for great photos:
There’s more on my Flickr.
16 days. I can’t believe it. It’s not just that 210 days of waiting will be over. It’s also a whole new dammed chapter in my life and I’m in turns terrified and excited by it. Will I turn out like dad? Will I go above and beyond?
I tell myself there’s no point in worrying, that I’ve made my choices and I will see them through to the end. They worrying part of me scoffs and raises another point. I smack myself in the head at this point.
Ah well. Want all, lose all.
I’m going to admit that I’ve been on an absolute forest binge lately; the spot meter on the 30D really opens up forest/foliage shots, which usually involve complex light and shadow. I’ve made several trips to the People’s Park behind work as there’s a beautiful copse with thinly spread trees and long grass:
And then, Renville:
I was out in Menlo today for what will probably be the last time in a long while to come, so I made the most of it:
