Psssst... new toy!!
Not the ultimate wish list; but definitely can't afford FX.
ps.: dine & wine with Miss M.
31/03/2009
30/03/2009
29/03/2009
28/03/2009
day 669
27/03/2009
day 668
26/03/2009
25/03/2009
24/03/2009
day 665
23/03/2009
day 664
22/03/2009
21/03/2009
20/03/2009
19/03/2009
18/03/2009
17/03/2009
day 658
16/03/2009
15/03/2009
14/03/2009
13/03/2009
day 654
12/03/2009
day 653
11/03/2009
day 652
10/03/2009
day 651
09/03/2009
day 650
08/03/2009
07/03/2009
day 648
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze...
The Daffodils by W Wordsworth
Didn't really get into this verse,
untill the spring sprung in Edinburgh..
Taken up the hill off Princess Street Garden, between The Mound and the castle.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze...
The Daffodils by W Wordsworth
Didn't really get into this verse,
untill the spring sprung in Edinburgh..
Taken up the hill off Princess Street Garden, between The Mound and the castle.
06/03/2009
day 647
The next couples pictures are the digitalised version of some pictures I took sometime ago back in Scotland. Thanks to Mr. Wlls who had kept them safely, and sent them over back to me.
I took them once upon a time, when I was (rather) young, learning the steps of life, blinded by the beauty of life out there..
Once upon a time, when the manual (as opposed to digital) camera was the only decent option, so you had to take a shot, and I do mean it as only one shot, and prayed that you captured the moment, because one, you wouldn't spend all 37 frames for the same moment; two, it was not practical to change the negative roll every hour; and three, it was darn expensive to buy and develop them..
One of my favourites, from The Fringe 2003, Edinburgh.
I like the painter's expression and his golden mass of hair shining under the sunshine like a halo.
I took them once upon a time, when I was (rather) young, learning the steps of life, blinded by the beauty of life out there..
Once upon a time, when the manual (as opposed to digital) camera was the only decent option, so you had to take a shot, and I do mean it as only one shot, and prayed that you captured the moment, because one, you wouldn't spend all 37 frames for the same moment; two, it was not practical to change the negative roll every hour; and three, it was darn expensive to buy and develop them..
One of my favourites, from The Fringe 2003, Edinburgh.
I like the painter's expression and his golden mass of hair shining under the sunshine like a halo.
05/03/2009
day 646
04/03/2009
03/03/2009
day 644
02/03/2009
01/03/2009
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