Suffering as I do from vertigo, this would not be my career choice.
Another Weekly Photo Challenge and the subject, Lines and Patterns, is not a difficult one.
I’ve become well used to looking for patterns, and modern architecture offers plenty of options. The trick is to add human interest and make the viewer feel something.
In the case of these window washers dangling above Chicago, I feel ‘I’m glad it’s them, not me.’
Dawn on the Black Sea.
It’s been while since I undertook a Weekly Photo Challenge. Real life and real work have played merry hell with my blogging time.
Just a few weeks ago Mevrouw T and I were for the first time in our lives on a ship out of sight of land, cruising the Black Sea. The ports we visited – Istanbul, Nessebar, Odessa, Sebastopol and Yalta – were the primary attraction. But there was much to be enjoyed in simply watching the water slip past.
Opinion is divided on how the Black Sea came by its name. One theory is that the ancient Greeks called it the ‘Black Sea’ to contrast its wild, unknown shores and waters with the more familiar ‘White Sea’, their name for the Mediterranean.
We found it anything but black; rather colourful really.
We were the guests of Travel the World and Compagnie du Ponant.
Hotel Marques de Riscal in Elciego, Spain.
Want to win an architecture award? Put a few curves into your design; those straight lines are so boring and someone else will deal with the problem of fitting square bookcases and wardrobes into the bendy walls.
If I sound a little cynical, I shouldn’t be. Frank Gehry’s buildings are a wonderful gift to us photographers and we’ve been lucky enough to see a few of them on our recent travels. So here’s my offering for the Weekly Photo Challenge.
What do you think of his work – genius or gimmick? Continue reading
This is going to be huge. Somehow I just know!
Right, I’ve got a start. Now I just need a few characters, a setting, a plot, some kind of theme… Add a bit of dialogue and away we go!
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE.
HOUSE LIGHTS FADE.
CURTAIN OPENS AND THERE ON STAGE WE SEE…um… IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STAGE WE SEE…
It’s about time for a cup of coffee. Back soon.
(Thanks to Daily Post for a tricky Weekly Photo Challenge.)
STOP PRESS: Thanks too to all those helping with ideas in the comments section. Keep them coming. This has Tony Award written all over it!
Peter Gilmore’s salad of yellowfin tuna. Those things that look like baby tomatoes are made of fish.
This WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE has the title ‘Lunchtime’. I’m sure I’m not alone in having a computer clogged with never-to-be-looked-at-again food shots.
Let’s start with the good news. The most memorable lunch I will ever have in my life was at Peter Gilmore’s Quay, regularly named by those more expert in the field as Australia’s best restaurant. The food included the dish pictured above, though the fine dining was overshadowed by Mevrouw T and I being surprise parents of the bride. For a full report on the event (and more food shots), CLICK HERE.
Unfortunately there are many contenders for my worst lunch ever, though one in Friesland, Netherlands, was a standout.
We did a hard morning’s cycling to reach a small village where a kaatsen tournament was in full swing. It’s an intriguing local Friesian sport, so we stopped to watch. And ate the following…
The fries on the right weren’t bad, but were more than cancelled out by the sheer nastiness of that ‘gehaktbal’ – a meatball.
For the full story, including news of how we repaired the internal damage with an excellent Friesian dinner, CLICK HERE.
As you would expect, there was a price differential between the two lunches. The meatball wasted a couple of my hard-earned euros. The meal at Quay, including wine, was paid for by somebody else. Thanks!
For once I’ve done this Weekly Photo Challenge strictly according to the rules. The instructions were to depict the delights of your neighbourhood as seen through the hole in the back of your phone.
Okay, it’s a little blurry, but so am I at this hour of the morning. What matters is that the coffee has some colour in it. Take note, all ye would-be baristas!
So armed with nothing but an iPhone 4, out I went into the streets of Marrickville, Sydney, NSW, Australia. First stop was the Post Cafe – the old post office now converted into something far more useful early on a Saturday morning. Continue reading