Thursday 28 April 2011

More fun as a birther

I'm starting to get the hand of this conspiracy stuff. Here's a blow up of Obama's birth certificate showing two date stamps with funny colourations. Does this mean anything? Who knows. I'm just enjoying the dig.

I've used the "colour picker" tool in to sample the text colours right across the certificate. In almost every area, the black text is, well, black. The black comes out with a Hex value of 1B2D1F, or Red 27, Green 45 and Blue 31.

There are two date stamps on the certificate, and both come out green when the background is removed (see my next post for details on that). Only three bits of text do this - the date stamps and the mother's occupation. And not all of the date stamp comes out green either. The green in each stamp though is a slightly different shade of green. One is a mix of Red 87, Green 111 and Blue 87.

The other is a mix of Red 64, Green 85 and Blue 66.

"Big deal", you say.

Well, maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. But get this - in each date stamp, there are numbers that are black, and they are the same shade of black as almost every single other bit of text on the document. Only the "Non" in "None" and the numbers show here are different.

Here's what I want to know - "Why is this so?", and "Is it meaningful in any way?"

OK, I'll take the tinfoil hat off now.

Weird Obama birther stuff

Since being a birther is all the rage at the moment, I thought I'd check out old Barry's birth certificate for myself - just for kicks. I've always thought there was some a bit odd about him not releasing it - after all, he released his tax records when running for the big job. I'd be more reticent about handing over my tax files to the press than my birth certificate - but that's just my personal feeling on the matter. Whether he's naturally born or not - that's a problem for the yanks. They get to vote for him - I don't.

The certificate looks like the image above - apparently the green background has been added to make it look more official. 

After dropping in at this site to see what all the fuss was about, I zoomed in on the certificate to have a close look myself. To my amazement, the green background disappeared, and what suddenly stood out was the colour of the lettering on two date stamps. Every other bit of text on this page - apart from parts of two date stamps - is black. Most of the text in these two date stamps suddenly came up as green when the green background was removed. It stands out like dog's balls. Not all of the stamp is green - the "19" and "1" on the end is black. The "Aug - 8" is breen, as is the "6" in "1961".

The "Non" in "None" also comes up green.

Oddly, in the second date stamp, only the "1" in "1961" comes up black - the rest is green.

Has someone been fiddling with it? I'll leave that to the document experts. But to my rather inexpert eye, it all looks a bit funny. I've scanned a lot of pages of text in my life, and I've never seen this happen before. Rather than putting a PDF up on his website, Obama should make the actual paper certificate available for inspection.

Just out of interest, I opened this PDF in Explorer, Mozaic, Chrome and Safari. The green background only disappeared in Chrome at high zoom.

Bus vs bike - bus sucks

Yes, posting has been light of late. So has the bike riding. In fact, it's been non-existent for a week due to a combination of unsocial work hours, social occasions and a torn muscle that makes it hard for me to get my leg over (the saddle).

That's given me the opportunity to record my trips into work on the bus using a nifty app on my phone (which I also use for the occasional bike ride).

I have a choice of only one bus route to work, and it's a sucky route. It's designed to maximise patronage rather than minimise travel time. Even though the route is a long and winding one, it's still 4km shorter than my bike route (I deliberately extend my route at several locations to get a bit more exercise).

How do the travel times stack up so far this week?

Bus trip one - duration of 50 minutes, average speed of 7.75km/hr. That was before peak hour when the school holidays were still in progress, meaning traffic was light. It was the fastest trip home on the bus in living memory.

Trip two - duration of 61 minutes with a pace of 6km/h (for some reason, the app has recorded different journey lengths for a trip with the same start and destination). The suckiness of that trip was enhanced by me leaving my umbrella in the office, so the last 300 metres of my journey home was completed in the pissing rain in a suit.

Bike trip one - 13.33km/h (I forgot to stop the app recording at the end of the trip).
Bike trip two - 18.37km/h
Bike trip three - 17.31km/h
Bike trip four - 21.57km/h (one time I actually remembered to shut the app down when I reached my driveway) - a time of 32.5 minutes.
Bike trip five - 20.2km/h (another time I remembered to tell the app I had arrived home not long after I actually got home).

I'll be on the bus a few more times over the next week, and I'll try to remember to record each journey (I simply forgot to record most of them). On the evidence so far, the bus sucks balls big time. To cap it off, it's been cold and wet, but the air con on the buses has been set to a very warm 18 degrees or so. It's easier to catch a cold on the bus than standing in the rain and wind at an exposed bus stop.

I guess this also helps explain why I ride - I can get to work and back in less than 90 minutes (barring the occasional puncture) and get some exercise at the same time. The alternative is to spend two or more hours waiting for or waiting on a bus whilst getting a fat arse. The bike is simply the logical alternative.

By the way, regarding the Big Blair Race (which is coming soon) - the trip to the rowing club will probably add five minutes to my ride time, meaning I should be able to do the CBD to the finish line in about 40 minutes (depending on traffic densities, traffic lights etc). It'll be interesting to see if Tim can do the same at 5pm on a Friday.

Friday 22 April 2011

Whenever photos

Due to work and social commitments, I've been on the bus and in the car lately rather than on the bike. But I managed to dig up some photos from the recent past that I forgot to post.

Moonrise over the Bay - the moon was truly huge that night.

I'm sure she had the old "milk crate on the back of the bike" to carry her back pack.

When did beggars start getting iPhones?

My place of work is in one of those areas of the CBD where we get a lot of homeless people and beggars. I know all the regulars in our area, which is why I spotted a new pair yesterday squatting on a street corner. One looked about 19 - shiny tracksuit, flash trainers and probably a bad meth habit; he had that utterly ravaged look. The other looked about 60 and was probably 40. He had the old style "pickled brain" look.

They had the begging hat out, and the usual sign. As I waited for the light to change to cross the road, the young fella pulled out an iPhone and started chatting to someone.

It's interesting how we view poverty these days.

Thursday 21 April 2011

Where do we need bike lanes and paths?

One reason for hating a lot of bike infrastructure in Sydney is that it appears to have been built with no thought at all. Someone gets a grant or some more money in the budget. Planners who have no experience outside of planning roads for cars pore over maps and draw lines from A to B. Workmen who are used to laying roads and drains then get to work digging trenches and laying concrete and pouring tar.

The result is generally an unholy mess. Although a bike path or bike lane is a strip of tar or concrete - much the same as a road - it has different engineering characteristics to a road. Runways and taxiways for aircraft are also strips of tar of concrete, but you don't get a road designer to lay them out (not unless you want planes ending up in the drink or bogged in the mud).

So let's start at the beginning. When you get in a car (or a plane, or a train, or a boat), you are setting out to make a journey. You are going from A to B. When planners sit down to work out where to put airports and ports and train stations and freeways, the first thing they look at is traffic patterns to see where it is people are coming from and where they want to go. They look for the trip generators and then think about the best way to build a railway or road from A to B, and then C, D, E and so on.

Yes, people use bikes for exercise, so some journeys are not about going from A to B - they're about doing a lap and ending up back at A. Ignore them - instead, think about the other reasons why we might go from A to B.

For starters, there's work. Then there's school runs for the kiddies, or getting to uni for the older kids. Don't forget about shopping. And there's also entertainment and sport (either playing it or watching it). Visiting family and friends. I'm sure you can think of lots more reasons why you hop in your car and drive somewhere.

The road network has been laid out to accommodate every variety of journey, whether it's delivering flowers to your door or getting your toenails trimmed at a podiatrist.

Now, we can use bikes on that road network. I can hop on my bike ride to uni, or I can ride out to Homebush to see the footy. 90% or more of the road network works very well for bikes - I am quite comfortable toodling around the backstreets of most suburbs on my bike. The streets are quiet and being on a bike doesn't mean you'll finish the journey in an ambulance. I don't see any point in building bike infrastructure where it's not needed.

However, not all roads are bike friendly. They can be death traps. Their main characteristic is lots of car traffic moving quickly along narrow lanes. Slow moving bikes and fast moving cars do not mix well at all. I avoid those roads like the plague - and so do most cyclists (which is probably why a lot of motorists think cyclists are few and far between - we've simply chosen to take a different route that is more suitable to a bike). If we strike a road like that, we look for an alternative path through the back streets. In other words, we rat run (although at a much slower pace than the boy racers in their Nissan Sylvia's with the badges removed and an exhaust the size of a 2 litre coke bottle).

Where that comes unstuck is where the rat runs don't exist. Unfortunately, there is no getting around Mother Nature - ie, geography. Geography throws up all sorts of pinch points - valleys, ridges, water courses and so on. There's a classic example on the lower north shore at Northbridge, where a beautiful old suspension bridge crosses a valley.

The road on either side leading down to the bridge is steep and narrow. I've cycled up and down it twice - I'll never do that again. The grade doesn't bother me, but the cars tearing past close by do. Look at the lanes on the bridge too - this was designed for the traffic of the 1890s. They're very narrow, allowing no passing room. If you're on a bike and a car impatiently decides to pass you, it's very squeezy. This bridge is normally teeming with cars, so it's a very unpleasant and unsafe place to be on a bike. Going up the hills on either side are just as bad. Thing is, there's no alternative. It's the only route across this geographic feature in this particular area.

This is a prime example of where an alternative bike route is required. These sorts of things are dotted all over Sydney. Some are hundreds of yards long; others are a few yards long (pinch points designed to calm traffic are a classic example). These are the sorts of things that terrify newbie cyclists, and prevent them from riding more often or to places that they need or want to go to.

What drives me insane is that millions are being spent on building high profile bike lanes where they are much lower down the priority order, but much higher up the visibility order (ie, as in garnering favourable media attention in the SMH). Bike infrastructure should be aimed at eliminating cycling black spots, and the only way to find those black spots is to ride a route a number of times at different times of the day. Designing them by poring over a map on the computer only creates a highway to hell. Or a bike path to hell.

Tuesday 19 April 2011

I hate lots of bike lanes

A small confession - I really can't stand a lot of bike lanes. You know why? It's because they're for spastics (yes, I'm being politically incorrect tonight for some reason). They're for cyclists who are soft and useless. They're for learners - people who should have a big L stapled to their forehead to denote LOSER.

We don't build separate car lanes for learner drivers - they just have to put up with all the other arseholes on the road. 

Don't get me wrong - I'm not against all bike lanes. Just those that are needless and useless - and that unfortunately includes a lot of them. They slow me down. They're sometimes laid out in a way that makes them much more dangerous to use than riding on the road in peak hour traffic. They're an expensive and annoying waste of space. 

I do like them in certain circumstances, but those are rare. I won't bother listing them, as I'm sure you couldn't care less, and couldn't be arsed to read the entire list. 

I'm really annoyed at badly designed bike lanes because my small accident last night has resulted in pulled muscles all down one side. I'm grumpy and in a certain amount of pain - all because a bunch of fuckwits designed and built an appalling bit of infrastructure (which I then used in an inappropriate manner) - but I would never have come close to smashing into a wall if that particular path had been laid out better.

Bah humbug.

Monday 18 April 2011

Ow, ow, ow - you bastard!

Had a little scrape tonight - all my own fault. A fast pack coagulated in Pyrmont at a set of lights, and I jumped on the back for a bit of action. As we hit the ramp onto the ANZAC bridge, a pedestrian stepped right out in front of me. The ramp has a big pole in the middle of it so that traffic keeps left - I had no option but to go the wrong way around the pole, and in doing so, I ended up leaning in all the wrong directions. Centripetal force did its thing, and I overbalanced and went sideways into the concrete barrier that lines the ramp.

Thank goodness it was a concrete barrier, rather than a fence with poles; and also that it was higher than my head at that point. I simply rubbed along it at a decent clip on my upper arm and the back of my hand until I regained my balance and took off again. I was going fast enough to take the back off the glove and to rip a nice hole in the sleeve of my jersey. They took most of the damage - I have a small abrasion on the back of one knuckle where the glove gave way and another on my arm. I look like I've been attacked by a small kitten with blunt claws.

I think I'll feel it in the morning though - I reckon I pulled a bunch of muscles as I fought to get off the wall. They'll stiffen up overnight, so getting out of bed could be nasty.

The whole thing was my fault - I was going too hard in order to try and maintain contact with the pack, so when the pedestrian stepped out, my options were severely limited. But it was also one of those days - I was riding quite shockingly before that little bit of rubbing (as they like to say in NASCAR). I was all over the place like a mad woman's breakfast. Riding hard when you're not riding well is not the smartest thing you can do on a Monday.

Friday 15 April 2011

Why I ride

I ride because I enjoy it.

I'm not out to save the planet etc etc.

Even when it's pouring rain, or 40 degrees with a headwind, I generally enjoy the ride. I feel better when I'm physically active, especially when I'm pushing myself. Before I had a family and moved to the inner west, I used to ocean swim at Bondi, as well as run up and down the beach and around the suburbs. Running up the bloody enormous hill from Bondi to Bondi Junction was always fun, as was doing the run along the cliffs down to Tamarama and Coogee.

My second motivation is that I want there to be less of me. When I was in the infantry, I weighed around 70 kilos (and I'd lose up to 10% of that every exercise). I now weigh closer to 100 kilos - there is almost 50% more me than back then. There is me, and there is mini-me. Mini-me sits around my middle. Mini-me has to go. Mini-me is the result of spending every Friday and Saturday night in the pub for nearly 20 years, as well as lashings of excellent food. Health Nazis like to rant about how people get fat on fast food. I got fat eating at places like Salt, Aria, Watermark, Bistro Lulu, Rock Pool etc etc. I am coated in expensive,  high quality fat.

The third motivation is stress release and relaxation. You may find it strange that riding a bike in peak hour traffic in Sydney could be thought of as relaxing. At times, it's bloody terrifying, and I've come close to deploying a bit of road rage in my time against idiot taxi drivers and couriers. I almost had a go at an idiot in an Audi last night who went through a roundabout right in front of me without giving way or looking because he was fiddling with his mobile phone. He looked like a 60 year old businessman. Unfortunately, I didn't get to keep my SLR and bayonet when I left the reserves, so I can't buttstroke these fools and disembowel them. The commute home allows me to completely forget about work - I never think about work when I'm at home. The ride gets it out of my system. The ride into work also fires me up for the day - I see people dragging themselves into the office half asleep - I'm not one of them.

The fourth reason is that I hate public transport. I like driving my car - but I can't afford to park it in town. I like the personal freedom that comes with the car. The car is a great thing. I am not anti-car by any means. If anything, I am pro-V8 and anti-rice burner. However, I can't stand trains and buses during peak hour. I'm not a small bloke - thanks to rowing in my youth, I'm two feet across the shoulders. I have trouble finding suits and shirts that fit. I take up 2/3 of a bus seat, yet whenever I catch the bus (a very rare event), the fattest woman on the bus always decides to sit next to me. And every one that's sat next to me has a problem with personal hygiene.

When I look outside in the morning and it's freezing and raining and I start to think about how uncomfortable the bike ride could be, I remind myself that the bus trip is likely to be worse. Besides, my average riding time into town is faster than the fastest bus trip I've ever done over the same distance. The bus service out this way is useless. It's taken me over 2 hours to get home sometimes - a distance of around 8km as the crow flies. I could walk home faster than that. Buses shit me to tears.

That will have to do. The kids have woken up, and they want the computer.

One thing's for sure - I'm not doing it for the polar bears.

Thursday 14 April 2011

No blogging tonight

No blogging tonight into the wee hours, for I must rest in preparation for this mighty challenge.

I think I know who I'll be taking as my passenger.

Wednesday 13 April 2011

Wednesday photos

Sunset photos. Left late again this morning, so there were no good sunrise shots to be had.

I did my best to photograph cyclists going past in the opposite direction in the low light - all I captured was a few bits of ghost.

Here's the ghostly cyclist entering the frame.

Same goes for ghostly pedestrians. Quickly decided that riding one handed in low light with lots of pedestrians and cyclists dodging around each other was not the best idea.

Back to the morning - that thing on the back of the bike is a child seat. I think a few parents drop their kids off at daycare locally and then ride into town.

Lots of female cyclists around this morning. Don't ask me why.

Very trendy bike - love the pastel mudguard with the old fashioned reflector.

Mrs Sensible.

One thing I take for granted is that almost every cyclist that I meet every day is fairly competent on their bike. They might not be quick, but they know how to handle their machine. Then there was the woman in blue at the front here on the BMX bike - she had her handbag dangling from the handlebars, and she was barely in control. This is not an easy bridge to get over - it's narrow, steep and atrociously designed, but just about everyone gets over it without crashing. Not this woman - I was just waiting for her to go down, and to take me and the bloke in front down with her. Don't know how we all got over this bridge without a scratch.

I've been leaving work a bit later than usual, which means I'm riding in peak hour traffic. By that I mean peak hour car traffic and peak hour bike traffic. There are now so many bikes on the Lilyfield route that at peak hour, it's just not worth overtaking a lot of the time as there are just too many bikes in the way. When that happens, it's a totally different commute for me. Normally, I have the road largely to myself, so I just put my head down and go as hard as I can for the entire distance. When the traffic is heavy, you just have to go with the flow - and that means trundling along at 50% of normal effort at times. I've arrived home the last two nights without a drop of sweat anywhere on me, whereas I normally need to soak in an ice bath for half an hour to cool down. It's really different - I don't mind it; the ride home relaxes me totally whether I am going hell for leather or cruising. The thing is, I can't cruise on my own - I just don't have it within me to proceed at an easy pace.

Is that weird?

My challenge to Tim Blair

Look, there’s only one way to resolve this - a duel!
OK Blair - it’s you against me. I’m throwing down the glove and challenging you to a race. Any Friday, 5pm start. Start line is the CBD - your workplace or mine, doesn’t matter. Finishing line is the Sydney Rowing Club in Abbotsford.
Loser buys meal and drinks.
Winner gets to gloat AND write your next column.
You can use any car you like, so long as it’s recognised as a car. I’ll use cycle paths (where they exist).
Suggest you bring Hildebrand as a second - he can document your journey. Then again, he looks like the sort of sandal wearing weird beard that would ride a bike - maybe he can come along as my second.
If you can’t beat a MAMIL (Middle Aged Man In Lycra), or FOUB (Fat, Old, Unfit B*stard), you’ve got a problem.
Are you up for it, or are you chicken?

Tuesday 12 April 2011

Tuesday photos

Slept in a bit this morning - normally, this starts happening at the end of the week when I'm absolutely toasted after 4 days of back and forth. Must be the cold & flu tablets I took before  hitting the sack. The sun had been up for too long to get a properly spectacular morning shot.

Lots of rowers out this morning though, and as the tide was right up, they were closer to the banks than usual - I even managed to get a half descent photo of a couple of crews.

It was cold enough this morning to require a jacket and leg warmers - although I shed the jacket after a few miles. I won't be wearing the leg warmers in the morning - left the bloody things hanging up at work. After 6 months of not wearing them, I'm not in the habit of packing them for the trip home. I needed the leg warmers - even though I got up late, it was still only 12 degrees when I left home.

I worked a bit later than usual today, so I got a few dusky photos on the way home.

But here's a morning shot, just to mix things up. The skinny bugger on the right is blasting past us two hubbards.

Chasing the tram on the way home.

A recumbent - haven't seen one of these in ages. A very rare sight on the commute. More come out on the weekends though.

For some reason, the camera went all macro on me for this shot - although it's a wipe out of a photo, it does have some artistic merit.

Night time riding - the chip on the camera is so good as sucking in light, it makes almost complete darkness look like the sun is still partly up.

Another macro photo - my fingers must be wandering all over the camera when I turn it on. Must do better tomorrow.

Typical GetUp member?

Two comments.

I thought GetUp was supposed to be a hip, happening organisation full of youngsters.

Second, remember how all those eldsters who turned up for the anti-carbon tax rally in Canberra were labelled as "extremists"? Is Ilona, pictured above, an extremist as well then?

Time to get your ANZAC parcels for the troops in the post

If you get a parcel to the post office by the 15th (this Friday), it will reach the troops in time for ANZAC Day.

All the info you need on how to post a parcel (postage is free) and ideas about what to put in the parcel (there's a 2kg limit per parcel).

Monday 11 April 2011

Waiting for the crash


Another item mentioned as an aside that the vaunted Chinese high speed rail system was thrown together by using substandard rail bedding on long stretches which will now have a very limited lifetime. Left unsaid is that this will probably lead to some very spectacular crashes and mass casualties followed by show trials of the people who were pushed to complete their state assigned quotas...

Monday photos

Far out, it was frosty this morning - a brisk 13 degrees. OK, compared to winter, that's warm - but it's the shock of the drop from 20 degrees a few weeks ago that's getting to me. Rather than a gentle decline of a degree every few days, the mercury just seems to have plummeted overnight. I'll be searching for the leg warmers if this keeps up. It was total luck that I got the sign in the above photo. The water was really still this morning - what caught my eye was that patch of reflected light way out in the Bay (looks better when blown up).

A couple of blokes making a meal of the last hill coming out of Lilyfield. There's two types of cyclists on this rise - those that are puffing and panting and grinding away like it's Everest, and those that blast up it like it's actually a downslope. I flip flop between the two - legs were fresh this morning, so I snapped these two and whisked past without stopping to draw breath. By Friday, I'll be plodding in a much lower gear.

Someone been shopping from Vogue magazine? That carry bag on the back was quite a piece of work. And check out the basket on the front.

This bloke had a triathlon tag on the back of his bike - wonder if he did the event on the weekend? If so, he backed up really well; he was flying on the trip home. And he looked about 15 years older than me!

The emptiness of this scene caught my eye - until the weekend, HMAS Adelaide was parked at this dock. You can read more about the delays in scuttling it as a dive wreck here.  Alternatively, if you prefer the ABC version, you can read about Aboriginal whale callers here.

Sunday 10 April 2011

Maybe Gaddafi isn't that crazy

Check out the photos at this link.

I've always thought of Gaddafi as being just slightly sartorially challenged. Having seen those photos, I'm now starting to think that perhaps the entire country is crazy, and he is just a well photographed manifestation of a widespread culture of abnormal dress sense.

Either that, or a few decades of seeing how he dresses has rubbed off on the populace.

It's a chicken and the egg question.

This isn't good

Workers at yoghurt factory sacked for sharing pornography.

Pornography. Yoghurt.

Some things don't mix. Doesn't bear thinking about.

It's all about the legs

I can't think of the last time I spent a weekend with so much leg pain. My legs are usually pretty stiff and knackered by Friday, but they're rarely sore enough to actually be painful.

I think I know what the problem is.

I read an excellent article last week regarding positioning on the bike. It was pretty clear to me that I've been sitting too far forward on my saddle - I start with my sit bones in the right place, but I quickly creep forward until I'm "riding on the rivet".

So I spent the week trying very hard to stay in the correct position on the saddle. I think that threw my legs for a loop - they've spent 6 years getting used to a very specific position on the bike, and then I went and stuffed them up. The result is muscles and tendons and ligaments being worked in ways they haven't worked before, which tends to produce a bit of pain.

Which means no riding this weekend - I've been happy just to put the feet up and let the legs relax and recover. Next week will be more of the same - working on my position on the bike, and trying to remember to use my core more often.

Why does it have to get so bloody technical all of a sudden?

Saturday 9 April 2011

This is great

Thanks Kae. It was worth the 10 minutes.


There certainly won't be any photos today - the legs are utterly dead. It hurt to ride home last night - it's fairly normal that by Friday afternoon, on the 10th ride of the week, that my legs are aching somewhat. However, last night was something else again. They were dead all day - I had to walk to a meeting in the morning, and I pulled a muscle just walking up the street to another building. My speed dropped from its usual 6km/h to about 3. I ended up hobbling the last stretch, wondering if I could take a taxi for 300 metres.

The SMH has been running stories this week about the apparent "demotion" of the new state Treasurer, Mike Baird. He's listed as 11th in cabinet seniority, which is the lowest the Treasurer has been in any government in living memory. The new Premier, Barry O'Farrell, has made a point by putting the ministers for health, education and transport ahead of the Treasurer.

I think I know what he's up to. When I was a lowly servant of the public, we always had problems doing things as we'd run into the brick wall of "Treasury says No". Perfectly sensible programs got the chop because a beancounter in an office far, far away didn't like the sound of them. Now those beancounters never went out in the field and had a look at where the money was going to be spent - generally on delivering better services to the taxpayers of NSW. They just sat in their ivory tower and kiboshed anything that didn't fit their agenda. A terrible culture of "treasury knows best" developed in the NSW government.

I reckon Barry is out to kill that culture. What he's saying is that the departments responsible for delivery know best what services need to be delivered and where. Treasury can stick to providing the money, and ensuring that it's spent properly. Otherwise, they can butt out and get out of the way. Barry needs to build a huge amount of stuff to catch up on 16 years of neglect. Nothing will get built if Treasury continues in its bad old ways.

Essentially, he's cut the balls off a lot of bureaucrats in Treasury. I hope he can use them to pave a few roads down our way.

Friday 8 April 2011

Friday photos

For starters, the mystery of the car in the Bay has been solved. By the time I got there yesterday, it had already been removed. Wasn't even a mark on the road or footpath. He's bloody lucky he didn't clean someone up as he tore across the bike/pedestrian path.

It was a perfect day for photographing shadows.

Thursday 7 April 2011

Thursday photos

I was actually trying to take another photo of the Bay, and somehow managed to zoom in on some clouds. I'm sure there's a flying saucer in the photo somewhere.

A series of photos exploring shadows.

I even managed to get the shadow of a jogger exactly in between the two of us. Complete arse.