WPC: CONSTRUCTION

Natural

or man-made (oops, silly old dog—that’s a ‘sexist’ thing to say; bad dog. Sit! Try again—)

Natural, or per-made?

Both …

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This construction was on the paving in front of the Invercargill museum. I like it, the advertiser gets his message across and no damage is done to the environment or the budget, or either gender of the race of huperbeings (used to be hu-man beings, but ‘man’ is a sexist non-gender-neutral term, gradually being replaced everywhere except in proper context by the gender neutral syllable ‘per’. (Per was short for person, but person too is sexist so will be replaced in the language by perper and God is in His their heaven and all is right with the Snowflake world) (perper can be abbreviated to simply ‘per’).

FOR MYSELF

I was brought up to the King’s English (oops) the Ruling Per’s English—  bugger, enough of that. On with the Challenge~!

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A wee thing constructed in Don Street. All the nice folks who contributed have an individual brick beneath with their name on it as an enduring symbol of the Council’s eternal everlasting gratitude.

This used to be a normal 2-way street but The Council in its wisdom elected to make it one way only. As a street it then died. Cause and effect? Don’t ask … but:

BUT THEY

are now debating opening it up again to two-way traffic. What will happen to the above whimsy I have no idea, possibly they’ll relocate it to somewhere inspirational (and the bricks may end up as landfill) …

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ANOTHER COUNCIL

whimsy. This thing above rotates on its base and when the light is right can fair dazzle the unwary (but for a while kept someone in a job somewhere so ‘redistribution of the wealth’ is still alive and kicking).

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This appeared recently. I think they call it ‘usable art’ … it was on display out front of the park for a while then disappeared for many months.

I have yet to see any kids using it, although one tourist did plop his little girl down on top for a photo; she promptly burst into tears. Cause and effect? She was too young to know the words …

AND IF STATUARY

classes as construction, I still love (nay, adore) this wee paterless familia—

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—I imagine that the pater of the family was away herding barbarians or recruiting for The Coliseum at the time the statue was taken. Here they are, then, all togged up and no Daddy present. Portent of things to come? Naaaaa …

AND NEXT TIME

out of the home environs I’ll see if I can’t score a more traditional construction for you. Don’t wait up …

 

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WET, REASONS 2

DRIP~! Troller

And good ones.

Here goes the last of my spare time, but it has to be said—

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from an excellent article—click image for link

—for myself I don’t bother with ‘watermarks’—and mostly for the reasons this guy gives. I understand the feelings of folks who sell their work (and their needs) but copying my stuff just adds lustre to my cluster in so much as

     IMITATION IS THE ONLY

SINCERE FORM OF FLATTERY

so there.

If you click on the image above it will take you to his article. Thinking about it, invisibly changing just a few pixels in the images your post might be enough to prove your ownership if ever you feel the need.

Here, have a nice mushie—

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—one of the last of a very prolific season. (And top marks will be awarded to anyone spotting my unique identifier~!)

 

 

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WPC: EVANESCENT

(Sounds like something that goes plop-plop! into a glass of water, with following fizzy sound effects afterwards …)

Anyway, onwards and downwards—

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Screen Shot 2017-04-21 at 08.16.10No, not mine I’m afraid. I got it from Wiki but it’s just too suiting to our topic. It is, of course, a map.

But it’s a highly contentious map—being the worldview of one Admiral Piri Re’is of old Turkey. If evanescence means transient in time this one fits the bill. If you want to see why it is contentious you’ll have to go there—or read Hapgood’s book “Maps of the Ancient Sea Kings*

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And what can be more evanescent than shame, fame, silly old poops in graveyards with cameras, or even life itself?

I took this (above) with a view to sending it to a Scottish magazine, perhaps it might pique an evanescent interest over there?

NOW HERE’S ONE

more from ol’ Piri. This time snup from his map of Europe, do you see it—?

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—if not, look at southern Ireland and track across to the west. I think that’s possibly an interpretation of Brasil Island, aka Hi Brasil … which these days shows up only on nautical charts and things that plumb the depths. How ’bout dat? But then again, in recent wars British MGBs battled it out with German E-boats a hundred feet and more over the heads of the Doggerland farmers tending their fields (but you have to superimpose two evanescent time periods to see it).

Given that the seas rose by 300-400 feet and drowned a lot of islands** that appear/ed on ancient maps, one has to wonder how those clever ancients ‘plumbed the depths’ as it were? Or were they compiling such maps at times contemporary with those islands as islands?

Naaaaah … any scholar worth his stipend and prestige*** would hoot you out of town if you came up with that one!

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* Contention? Antarctica wasn’t discovered until 1818. (Ol’ Piri drew his map “compiled from many sources, some of them ancient” in 1513 …)

** End of the last ice ages

***  And sinecure …

WPC: Security

SOMETIMES

Security means which side of the fence you’re on. Or whether you’re within the perimeter, or without.

What on Earth could be more secure, say, than the grave—does any incumbent thereof fear death, doom, defeat, despair, destruction or disaster? So … be careful what you look for, you may just find it. Brrrrr.

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Here, have a nice tree I came across in Queens Park. Autumn here now, and it was shedding some bark. No labels, but if I were a bark right now I’d be feeling a bit less secure.

FINANCIAL SECURITY?

What is safer than money in the bank? Not much today—banks, I mean.

These redundant buildings have been recycled into new incarnations far removed from their original purposes, sitting as they do on three sides of a traffic roundabout in Invercargill where the statue of a long dead warrior perches quite secure atop his column in the centre—

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—with once-were-banks to the left of him, banks to the right of him …

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—banks before him, banks behind him—

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—banks ahead and astern in fact—

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—converting swords into shares. Big bucks, Gods, and mammon ever make a timeless team.

Sometimes the quest for other people’s mammon can lead to a government-funded Security much better than most—

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—but the question is, does the wall and wire provide better security for the guys within than without?

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Are all the nuts securely inside or are some about to split and fall? Where is Security—is there such a beast? Ot is it true that the only place you cannot be hurt is when snug in your grave~? Brrrrr.

Not yet, thanks! I’m not quite ready for that challenge

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WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE:

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Ye gods … and here I am, still waiting for my one-word suggestion (whimsy) to be accepted.

So, first up let’s be a bit utterly conventional—
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—and here’s our green. There, honour satisfied …

NOW LET ME EXPLAIN

that my older camera is a wee Canon. No longer state-of-the-art, it still has an impressive zoom (and let’s face it, with these shaky old paws, a brilliant stabiliser). I was sitting in Mooch café with The Spouse and thought I’d stop blathering on about the zoom and actually show her. I took two shots, one at each end of the zoomal range.

Mooch has big glassy windows that look right out onto the street which is four lanes wide with a centre strip where generations ago trams used to beetle along. I lined up on a poster, and—

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—got this. Just to the left of that tree, a young lassie with a half-greenish face peering back.

Then I zoomed as far as it would zoom, and same target got this—

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—and of course, entirely as expected, my beloved Spouse was not at all impressed. But she doesn’t have to be, I can do all the “Oooooohs” and “Aaaaaaahs” for both of us.

Lucky for me that she has green eyes (poster girl)(sort of) … so I’m still legal for this week’s challenge. (And before you bleat accusingly; no—I didn’t cheat.)

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WPC: Atop

I SIT ATOP

the very pinnacle of human ambition—I’ve finally achieved my photographic heart’s desire (almost).

BUT FIRST

let me state without reservation that I stand in awe of any photographer who can get a decent shot—in situ—of a New Zealand native fantail.

I could have cheated and set the camera to record video, and just taken out one frame (which is what I suspect some of the great geniuses of the past may have done) but no.

HERE

my current pinnacle, a fantail atop an old schlogg of loggy twig in the woods.

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You think that’s a pathetic shot, all fuzzy? Hah! I’d like to see anyone do better—damme, Sir/Madame, it was dark in there (with bright patches) and that rotten bird was darting everywhere. People think they’re friendly, and they might even be—that one was certainly close—but you and I both know that these guys eat bugs, and humans clomping about in the detritus of almost-a-summer certainly create bugs.

SO THAT WAS ATOP

my personal heap. I took scores of shots and that was the only usable one. The rest were all like these—

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—and be advised, none of them has been tweaked in any way, and none of them are double-exposures. Just handheld with gritted teeth. What you get is what I saw (or however else you spell WYSIWYG).

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I used ‘auto’ with a clear conscience, which on my camera effectively reduces my input to being the organic robot that aligns the camera and presses the ‘go’ button.

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And now, for a change, have a nice—

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—bunny. I apologise if I’ve posted him before but too gorgeous a beastie not to. And so’s the rabbit …

To meet the Challenge I must advise that he’s sitting atop some grass. So he’s legal. Luckily for him I don’t think anyone in Invercargill ever looks at my blogs so the chances of word of his presence getting back to the bloodthirsty management here are pretty slim.

Boom boom~!

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WPC: Shadow

Meet the Challenge of Shadow.

Yeah, right.

Dammit … I’ll have to uplift carcass from butt and get out there chasing shadows (name of the game, right?) but in the meantime these are shadowy enough to be legal—

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I hope you can see these drops large enough. I found them lurking under a handrail by a pub in Gore recently.

And now—

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—I don’t often use the camera’s built-in HDR thingy (mainly ‘cos I always forget to go back to normal afterwards and the unexpected always scares the snits out of me later when it triggers). But the extremes of contrasting lights and darks invited a try. It sort of worked …

SHADOW

can be made to work, even passively. If you can figure out, and if you have the time—

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—which ain’t easy on a sun-free day. They should invent a ‘shadow-dial’ and have done with it …

Then on going back through the park I happened upon this lurker—

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—just one of many (the park is full of ’em) and waaaaaaay too early in the season (been so for weeks). I liked the way part was in shadow and part in sunlight:

Far or forgot to me is near;

Shadow and sunlight are the same;

The vanished gods to me appear;

And one to me are shame and fame…

Yeah, right.

Moving on—

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ON THE OCCASION

of my sister’s recent visit she found she’d left some form of cosmetic hair goo at home, so called into a local ladies’ hair dressery and bought some. I spotted the above wee lassie thing on a shelf and couldn’t resist; some sort of award for services well rendered I believe. Anyway, I liked the way the image on the wall behind shadowed its every movement …

 

(Ooops, that’s what can happen when you get called away in mid-post)(.)

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