Sunday 16 May 2010: WHAT TIME IS IT MR WOLF?
That is what we used to say, as kids, when we blew the dandelion clocks. The time was determined by how many times you had to blow on the dandelion clock until all the seeds had been blown away. Until I was tinkering about, on Picasa (I left it as it was in the end), with this picture I had forgotten that ritual.
I had a lovely walk today as I had intended to nip out for half an hour but two hours later I finally returned home having taken more than my usual number of blip possibilities.
I actually forced myself not to just point and click but to play about with my camera settings and to make a note of them (1/160s, fl 18.6mm - 4.9f, 35mm equiv 250mm, ISO 80 for this photograph) for future reference and possible improvements (comments would be welcomed on technical improvements).
The blip that got away today was of Mr Heron. I was sitting by the riverbank contemplating my navel (one of Mother's sayings - don't ask me where it came from) when the heron alighted on the opposite bank. I was poised to take a really good shot (well, it would have been good from my point of view) when a blasted car came along and Mr Heron was up and off before I could press the button. Rats!