Every now and then, I decide that I’m done with my Digital SLR camera.
(Click photos for slightly larger versions).
I mean, my mobile phone has more pixels (by half, at least.
And, my phone is in my pocket, or within reach, pretty much 24×7.
So, I say to myself, why do I need this clunky old chunk of plastic & glass?
And then I recover…
Talking to loved ones on video chat!
Working from home…. how the cat sees the progression of state.
(Cat v. notebook?).
Not my idea of instant messaging in the face of an emergency…
Not a comforting warning from the ATM at an actual bank!
I’ve never had such an elevated latte before… Taipei 101:
Amenities in an Amsterdam hotel: shampoo, conditioner and hand lotion in “mood therapy”.
Moods are: “calm”, “happy” and “alive”. I must confess, I had not really considered the state of being not dead was especially a mood, before!
I laid the washed swatch out to dry in the sunspot. It was mere seconds until the cat was there to “help”.
Someone else quite happy with where she is right now…
Well, yesterday, it was that time again — time for a different
view on my way to work.
(Luckstone Quarry lookout, W&OD bike trail)
A momentary aberration in my daily commute — Bike to Work Day! (Or, as
I like to think of it — “Guilt-free eating day” 😉 ).
Yesterday’s ride was 19mi in, and 19mi home, in about 90min
(each). I was pretty pleased — given that the last time I’d
ridden seriously might well have been BtWD 2007. I had arranged
myself not to have to bring lots of stuff with me (left the computer at
work the night before, et cetera). It made a big difference not
to have to use a backpack. Though, to do this on a basis more
regular than every 3 years, I’d want to do something about those knobby
Riding on the W&OD was mostly pretty good, except for the areas in
and around towns — it’s pretty hard to get bike traffic, cyclist
traffic, roller bladers (with their wide-swinging arms & legs),
dogs, toddlers (random and erratic trajectories) to mix on one
trail. I only saw one accident — I think the toddler will
survive, and the cyclist picked himself up and passed me (again).
But — far better than trying to deal with bicycle & car traffic on
some of the 8-lane concrete oceans around here. It’s nice to have