Niggardly with the intelligence

I have just heard about David Howard, who in 1999 had to resign as Director of the Office of the Public Advocate for the Government of the District of Columbia, because he had used the word "niggardly" in conversation. "Niggardly" means miserly, cheap, and has nothing to do with race. Yet despite this indisputable fact, he had to resign!
If anything ever proved my point that most of the world is in the thrall of emotions and has little truck with observation and intelligence, this must be it.

Alexander

This is my Yucca plant Alexander. He is named after Alexander the Great, because he is king of the windowsill.

Sponge

(You photographers can try and figure out how I did the large depth-of-field. Hint: I believe it was not possible last year.) (For non-photographers: depth-of-field is how far and near to the camera the picture is sharp at the same time. It is a problem with tele and with close-ups.)

Zippity

Zippity-doo-dah, zippity-yeah! My oh my, what a wonderful day.
It's my birthday, and I'm better than ever.

Orlando

Just watched "Orlando" for the first time since it was in the cinema in 1992. Really nice flick. Whatever it was about.
I want Tilda Swinton so bad my head hurts. She is one of those rare people who only have to look at you to give you a powerful feeling of somebody there. Tilda, call me.
Odd thing though: the one thing I remebered clearly from this movie was a big tree in a field, full of blossoms. Well, the tree was there, but there were no blossoms! I usually have a good memory for images. I must have dubbed it in.

Picture vs Subject

I am particularly pleased when I manage to make what I think is a good picture from a place where it is far from obvious that there is any subject at all. Viewpoint, perspective, composing, and cropping becomes paramount.

Big picture?

They say the devil is in the details. They also say that god is in the details.
My question is: who has the big picture?

Forty-two

Forty-two is, as you will be aware, the answer to Life, The Universe, And Everything.
I can believe it, since the past year for me has included many amazing changes, including the recovery of my photography and the discovery of EFT.
I just thought I'd mention it while I still had time, since on March 9 I'll be forty-three.

Yellow machine

Snow and grille

Yellow, White, Blue

Sunday afternoon

Here is a shot from today from the pub/restaurant where I had a late lunch with a friend. You can see the late afternoon winter sun making a spot and my shadow on the wall.


And a shot from our street on the way home. It is a boring area, but if you photograph it right, it looks nice. :)
(Oh, the bushes on the right are where I took the "Black, White, and Red" picture a couple days ago.)