Over the last couple of days I seem to have posted a number of photos which consist of a mainly flat monochromatic image with a ‘splodge’ of red in them. What, if anything, would a Psychologist have to say about that I wonder? This guy was having no luck catching his supper today in the flat calm waters around Hong Kong airport.
Here’s an odd looking photo that records my little bit of drama for the day. After a very short layover in Delhi (just a few minutes longer than the legal minimum; no under-utilisation of manpower going on here!) we set off to return to Hong Kong via Bangalore. Shortly after getting airborne we were ‘attacked’ by a large bird of prey. Unfortunately for the bird, we are a bit bigger, heavier, faster and harder and, although it made an almighty thud when it hit just below the cockpit, the poor bird definitely came off second best. Fortunately for us though, other than raising our heart rates for a short while, the bird didn’t cause us any other problems by way of damaging anything else. The photo was taken on the ground in Bangalore and the ‘smudge’ in the centre of the picture was the only evidence of our incident.
Sunday shopping in Hong Kong’s markets and even when using a telephoto lens you can still get spotted! We all had a laugh afterwards, but I didn’t go as far as trying one of their ‘products’.
Went for lunch today in Hong Kong with a colleague who lives on a boat in a marina. It’s a different option to life in a high rise apartment block and, for sure, wouldn’t be to everyone’s taste. However, unless you have limitless amounts of money, there’s always going to be some compromise in the location, layout, size and ‘stability’ of your home! In fact, even with limitless amounts of money, there’s got to be compromise somewhere. Bit like life in general really. Another flat, grey day here today, but that resultant very diffuse light added something to the feel of the quiet marina, with the boats barely bobbing on the still water.
Just a bit of colour please! It was grey, dank and murky when I left Paris. It was grey, dank, murky and smelly when I arrived in Hong Kong. The bit between the two was in darkness. Not a bit of it was at all conducive to photography. With just 2 minutes left of my 24 hours in which to take a photo, this was about the only bit of colour to catch my eye. The fuel pipes to these storage tanks look like blood vessels and that’s probably exactly what they are to the aviation industry; fuel is our lifeblood.
I distinctly remember Melanie Brown, a girl in my class at age 11, saying she could never go out with a boy unless he was wearing the right shoes. Nothing about his looks, his personality, his financial viability, his sense of humour…….etc, nope, just his shoes! I rather think that Melanie was one of those early maturers, because she got the female shoe thing very early in life. Now I have nothing against shoes; I have plenty of pairs of footwear, but they are mostly for technical reasons. I have running shoes for running, cycling shoes for cycling, climbing boots for climbing… the list goes on. But for everyday footwear I have 2 pairs; one black and one brown. They are both of decent quality and I look after them – I’ve had the black pair about 10 years and the brown pair about 15. They’re comfy and they’re smart and I never have to worry about which pair I should wear. My wife’s and daughters’ day-to-day shoe collections, I suspect in common with most women’s, are altogether more varied and complicated and I’ve never really connected with why that might be necessary. Today, however, I might have started to see the light. Whilst checking in at Heathrow for my flight to Paris, this very elegant lady arrived to check into business class for her flight somewhere.
It was very apparent to me that her entire bearing, carriage, demeanour and body language were the confident tell-tale signs of a woman who is absolutely sure of herself, entirely because she is standing on those distinctive red soles. It’s the shoes, stupid! I think I’m beginning to get it! Are they the real deal Chritian Louboutin’s, or are they the subject-of-court-hearings, upstart, copycat YSL’s? Comment if you know, but the way this woman carried herself, I’m pretty sure they are the real things.
Today has been a day for getting admin jobs done around the house before going off to work again tomorrow. The new camera has been sat on the kitchen table all day without me really having time to try and get to grips with it. However, when this little guy appeared in the garden I couldn’t resist the temptation to take a break from cooking double portions of chicken in a cashew nut sauce and saffron baked potatoes and snap off a few shots. I think he knew what I was doing and he was trying to present the semi-formal-Prince-Charles-style pose of ‘upright stance whilst holding shirt cuffs’!
Ha ha, I’ve just thought about the tags I’ve added to this blog….’squirrel’ and ‘cookery’ don’t sit naturally together do they?