Bird of a Night in Guatemala
it was in the middle of the night, the light provided by a headlamp and diffused by a plastic water bottle (rest assured that I reuse it and refilled it several times every day). The other photo is at sunset:
it was in the middle of the night, the light provided by a headlamp and diffused by a plastic water bottle (rest assured that I reuse it and refilled it several times every day). The other photo is at sunset:
I like to take photos of water and the effect it has on earth
new technology helping, a few night-time photos of a trip to Japan…
While visiting the Tokyo National Museum, in the Asian Gallery (Toyokan), it occurred to me that the statues of Buddha from different countries showed characteristics of people from that region. The same can be observed of Jesus in different countries (e.g. Irish Jesus, French Jesus, Italian Jesus,…).
On the way down from Tilden at sunset, I took photos of the glorious sky, but down on Spruce Avenue, a woman asked me why… And I should explain that living in Berkeley you must get used to being asked, and expect a suggestion in any kind of direction the person wants you to adopt. The woman asked me why I took photos when it was obvious that nobody took photos any more. Her children had been camping and had taken videos with their cell phones, and she held hers to show me, perhaps how smaller and lighter they were than my heavy SLR from which a selfie must be a difficult thing to obtain. As for me, I tried to explain in a few words why I took photos of the sky, in order to contemplate them later. That’s why they are still photos, to serve as the starting point of a simple thought, perhaps delayed from this moment, when there were no words to describe what you saw and why you wanted to …
My flight to Dublin is an hour late, and I wonder if I’ll be able to catch the 11:30 Glendalough bus. It’s called the St. Kevin’s bus service, picks up passengers at “Top of Dawson Street opposite Mansion House” which, after looking at the Google Map, is near a stop of the 747 Dublin Airport bus (College Greens). There’s also a 700 bus, which would drop me on Kildare Street. Fortunately, only carrying a backpack that I could take with me on the plane, I swiftly go through Irish Immigration and Customs, find an ATM (advice: request an amount that isn’t a multiple of 50, to get some convenient 10 Euro notes), find the bus and its imminent departure displayed, and up I go on the double-decker bus to Dublin. On the road I see the 700 bus passing us and leading the way to town. In a hurry, it would have been better, and the 747 bus detours on crowded small streets before crossing the Liffey. But I make it to my stop, College …
A Sunday visit in Ciudad Vieja
I use these photos for computer desktop use like a slow slide show. Please let me know if you use one, I’d like to know…