Swinging

I really must read the manual. Standing in the park telling your new camera to "Stop that!" as it autofocuses on the wrong thing is never a good look. Accidentally deleting several quite nice reflection photos is not helpful either...

New Camera

Me looking shifty with my new camera which finally arrived today. It's always harder than I expect to take photos in a mirror. Anyway, I'm away to RTFM now...

How to...

...build a hidden door bookshelf. If only I had a secret room to hide. (I tried to persuade Alasdair to do this for the door of his spare room when I was speaking to him earlier, but for some reason he felt the unusually thick wall between the living room and the kitchen might be a giveaway).

Ferry 'nough

I went over to visit Alison and Michael in their new house today, which meant another trip on the Renfrew Ferry (the excitement of it all!) There were no wannabe naked bampots this time, but I was approached by a guy who asked in very stilted tones if this was a tourist boat. It turned out he was from Glasgow but thought I must be a visitor (presumably he couldn't imagine why a local would be taking photos of the ferry). When I said I was from Renfrew he exclaimed "But you can't be, you're speaking English!"

Considering he seemed to have brought his visiting family for a day trip on the Renfrew Ferry, he wasn't in much of a position to criticise. A voyage of a minute and a half across 30 yards of water has limited entertainment value. (To be fair I think he might actually have got it confused with the Pride O' the Clyde).

The Renfrew Rose.

The ferry we're supposed to be scared of is that tiny wee boat at the bottom of the slipway. I suppose it comes further up when the river is higher, but the notice looks a bit ridiculous at the moment.


Burnt out pub.

Yoker triptych.

Flowers.

More flowers.

Me and the kitchen in a kettle.

Slightly cheating photo of the very lovely yellow dining room (can you see the join?)

Never Mind The Quality Feel The Width

I was out in Glasgow trying out my new wide-angle lens yesterday. It's a nice lens, but it became clear pretty quickly that I have bugger-all idea of what to do with it: there's so much stuff in the frame. And it's all so far away (or maybe small). Anyway, here are a few of the better shots.

The City Chambers and the centotaph and that-man-on-the-big-pillar-whose-name-I-can-never-remember-although-someone-told-me-last-year-in-a-comment-on-another-post...

St. George's Church

MoMA in Royal Exchange Square. That damned statue never has its cone on when I'm there.

An elderly couple in George Square who were sitting on the bottom of a statue of Burns listening to what sounded like The Greatest Hits of Jimmy Shand on a casette player they'd brought with them. I'm not sure if they thought this was simply appropriate behaviour in Glasgow, or were hoping a wee ceilidh might break out.

Woman sitting on the steps of Borders in a nice coat. I hope the monster didn't get her.

Don't know why there was an up-ended infinity symblol projected on this wall on Buchanan Street, but I expect it has a deeply mystic significance.

Bright reflections. I'm always trying to get the perfect Buchanan Street shot, but there are so many variations in the light I never quite manage it :-(

Greatly reduced piper.

Street shot. Click on it to get the slightly bigger version where you can see the people better.

Buskers on Sauchiehall Street.

Good news for a change.

Shadows.

Bus.

Park Circus

Kaleidoscope