Just hanging in the sky. A follow-up to my earlier post on the moon and taking photos of it: this one was easier because of the greater light available to me, by taking it earlier in the evening.
Still annoyingly difficult!
Friday, 30 May 2008
Luminous Times
Saturday, 24 May 2008
The Village


Taken at the Houses of Parliament and the Royal Academy: Two alternative villages, each with their own distinct community... For more politics see Potwalloper.
Thursday, 22 May 2008
Moon Shadow

Moonlight casting its rays over fields nearby. Nothing like the moon pics over here though:
Creative Lens Photography: You've Been Mooned
Beautiful.
Wednesday, 21 May 2008
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Human Rights Day

Time to get political.
20,000 or more dead in China, ten times that in Burma. Whilst the cameras are allowed in China, keeping up the appearances of a good, humanitarian government (mostly in anticipation of the Olympics, don't forget!) We must not forget the people of Burma.
This is the country which has seen its military junta dominate political life for the past 60 years, disavow its pledges on democracy (repeatedly jailing democratically elected leader Aung San Suu Kyi who remains under house arrest to this day) and even taking the disappointing move of pushing through its unjust referendum on 'democracy' literally days after Cyclone Nargis struck.
Disappointing.
So, don't forget Burma, even though, already, it is fast disappearing from the television news.
Incidentally the above photograph is from New Delhi, and example of a stable, democratic state in the area, which is now fast approaching China for economic progress. An example to many.
Monday, 5 May 2008
Thursday, 1 May 2008
Idyll at Altitude

~O father Zeus! ageless immortals all!
Two hundred ages hence may one recall, Down-coming to the irremeable river,
This to my mind, and this good news deliver:
'E'en now from east to west, from north to south,
Your mutual friendship lives in every mouth'
This, as they please, th' Olympians will decide:
Of thee, by blooming virtue beautified,
My glowing song shall only truth disclose;
With falsehood's pustules I'll not shame my nose.
If thou dost sometime grieve me, sweet the pleasure
Of reconcilement, joy in double measure
To find thou never didst intend the pain,
And feel myself from all doubt free again.
Idyll XII excerpt (Theocritus)






