wingpig

By wingpig

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Too busy walking at lunchtime to take any pictures so it's more long-exposure Water of Leith stuff again today. This wee stick thing was poking up out of the weir just downstream of the path leading up to the back of the Gallery of Modern Art. No idea what the house thing in the background is. After about three minutes I found something bright enough to focus on (MF is a waste of space in the dark on this camera but only 16 months to go until the next upgrade), sat the wee tripod thing on the slippery mossy wall then waited for thirty seconds gripping the strap tightly in case gravity took an interest. I always adopt a strange position when doing taking these sorts of shots which is partly sheltering my camera from the wind, partly making the camera visible to passers-by so that my purpose is obvious and non-suspicious and partly keeping my legs out of the way of any passing dogs in case they try (as many do for no reason I can discern) to lick them.

Be wary a bit further downstream at night as the building site on the other bank has put up some blindingly bright lights to knacker your night vision and cause you to wander off the path into the water.

Just finished booking a little holidayette for the end of January when sister and parents and we will travel to Munich. A slight error on the part of Easyjet's booking system has resulted in my sister being titled Mr. Hopefully this can be resolved without resort to their customer helpline (where even the geographical number to bypass their 0870 number costs 10p per minute and comes with a minute-long intro-spiel which they probably only added after saynoto0870 started posting the 01582 number) and hopefully without any kind of stupid administration fee as cheerfully described in their terms and conditions. I'm afraid that one day I might grow to like complaining about things over the telephone and suddenly turn into a grumpy old bastard overnight. At present I merely become despairingly upset at the imbecility of the people who make the rules and the jobsworths who recite them.

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