Monday, 31 December 2012

Kelpies Redux

I thought the kelpies between the BBC and the Science Centre deserved another attempt. I was happy with the last shot of them...for a while. But it didn't have any staying power. So here's a version with very different light.


The sun's just set behind the IMAX dome, and the BBC studios behind me are giving a contrasting light to the near side. I like the way the Science Centre looks. I wish there weren't trees growing out of the far kelpie's head! I don't want to shift left or right, but maybe getting right down would've given a better angle (but I'm not sure that that wouldn't make the near kelpie look awkward). Maybe it needs another attempt. Maybe I should take my own light next time.

Sunday, 30 December 2012

George Square Colour

The winter fun-fair in George Square.



Saturday, 29 December 2012

Squinty Bridge

This evening I was trying to find some new views of the Squinty Bridge. There are lots of great angles on the bridge, and lots of them are clich├ęs. Actually, maybe tropes would be a better word. Because they are great angles. It's just that they're used a lot. Goodness knows I've shot those same angles myself, and done pretty well from them too. They're the views that people want, and that's great! But it's good to at least try to do something different. The real trick will be to find a view of the bridge that's both different and as attractive as the tropes!



Friday, 28 December 2012

Desensitization Therapy

I don't much care for having my picture taken. Nor taking my own picture. Or seeing my own picture. Really should try to get over that!






Thursday, 27 December 2012

Coffee, Chocolate and Tea

Paul at CCT.

Horsing Around at the BBC

I love the scale models of the selkies kelpies down by the river. I've shot a few pictures of them, but this is the first that I'm happy with, that looks something like how I feel about them.
(Edit: any idiot knows they're kelpies, not selkies!)

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

'Tis The Season

Judging by the number of cars parked outside, the pews must've been pretty crowded.

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

The Dog-Eat-Dog World of Competitive Trees

I wonder if they can compete again in 4 years, like the Olympic cycle. Or whether they'll have to wait for the Queen's 75th year.

Monday, 24 December 2012

Thirsty Work

All that sleeping and eating really dries you out!

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Christmas Treats

On one of the memorial benches in the park someone has placed a touching collection of christmassy things: a wreath, chocolate santas, candy canes and fruit.

And it's not been pinched. Not even the beer.
Well done, Glasgow!

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Paddling Pool

Last week I went up to Oban with my pal Paul for a day of sea kayaking. It's something pretty new for me - I did a two day introductory course last year, loved it, and haven't been in a kayak since.


We'd booked a day with a chap by the name of Rowland Woollven (http://www.rwoollven.co.uk/), who seems to be a person of some note in the world of sea kayaking. In June he became only the 19th (?) person to paddle around the UK.
Mr Woollven was 30 years in the Army and the Royal Marines. And when he retired he bought a house a few metres from the water; he earns himself some “pocket money” by helping improve their kayaking skills. He’ll help experts, but fortunately for me he’ll also help complete novices. And for a man who leads expeditions in the wild seas of Alaska, he never once gave the impression that someone of my limited talent was below him or a poor use of his time. On the contrary, he was really encouraging, critical of what I did wrong, encouraging of what I did right (ok...what I did less-wrong!) and kept a watchful eye on my bad technique.

We set off from Ganavan Bay, just to the north of Oban, then headed south down the outside of Kerrera, back north through the Sound of Kerrera and back into Ganavan Bay. It's about 20 kilometres round trip and certainly further than my previous longest paddle.


Kerrera is the island which sits between Oban and Mull and which protects the harbour from the excesses of the Atlantic. From the Oban side it's quite civilised - big houses, a marina and a pier for the ferry. Even a road! The other side of the island is another world, away from the sight of the mainland, away from the sight of tourists on the Mull ferry, hidden from civilised eyes, is a more raw land. The black basalt rock of ancient lava flows; here smooth and even, there twisted and broken where later Vulcan changed his mind and decided to rework what he'd wrought. Still further along, the too-neat-for-nature columns of a miniature Giant's Causeway (it's part of the same lava flow!) and excitingly a stony beach with all sizes of smooth, rounded rocks that had been covered and consumed in a fossilising flood of molten magma, then lifted up as the ice-age covering melted and Scotland rose up, floating on the denser rock below and bobbing up at a faster pace than the rising sea level. Like a lake of conglomerate, a texture which looked as unnatural as a bed of concrete. There's a real magic to places like this, which are so different to the familiar landscapes just a spit away on the civilised, settled side. The boats to Mull and other regular water traffic don’t come down this side, there are no safe landing points on this shore of the island, and the shallow reefs are probably quite a discouragement. There aren’t even the usual collection of buoys marking fishermen’s lobster pots. And walkers probably don’t see much of it either - why call at Kerrera when you could just go to Mull? So it’s a world for seabirds and paddlers.
There’s even a miniature Fingal’s Cave but on a much, much smaller scale - just long enough and wide enough to fit two kayaks side by side. For a novice it was exciting to paddle in and try to reverse out again. A small delight, maybe, but one of so many small delights.

Walkers do go there. As we passed below the basalt cliffs we saw a young woman with a sketchpad walking. She sat and seemed to start drawing some of the rocks. From where we were it was really hard to see what might’ve got her interest. Then a little further on we saw a young man hanging on to the rocks, peering around corners, looking closely at the land and making marks on his own sketchpad. Ah! Geology field trip! When I briefly studied geology (1980-82 I think?) we managed a couple of field trips to the limestone areas of west Yorkshire. How much more exciting a trip to Kerrera would have been. And how I would’ve hated it in my timid awkwardness back then - travel isn’t just going to the right places...it’s got to be when you’re able to appreciate it. (I guess there’s a blog post about my wasted 3 weeks in Rome when I was 18 waiting to be written).

Paddling down the west coast of Kerrera, I started to find a comfortable rhythm. A steady pace, pretty calm seas, the front of the boat pointing for the most part in the direction I wanted it to point, watching the birds, the seals, the rocks, the animals on the shore. Left stroke...right stroke...left stroke...right stroke... A slow pace, no urgency, the world just being there. Like a seaward version of a walking meditation. You could right a lot of wrongs just by being there. Just by being.

Monday, 2 July 2012

It's not what it seems!

This isn't actually a roller derby blog - it's just a coincidence that 100% of the posts so far, including this one, have the same topic.
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This Saturday there was a men's bout, which was an interesting change. The Inhuman League from Sheffield versus local boys the Jakey Bites. Certainly faster and more aggressive than the women's bouts I've seen.

Played, perhaps, with somewhat less strategy. Not better or worse, just different. Different is good...roller derby wins from having the variety.

It was pretty one-sided, mind. From the first jam, there was little doubt over who would win and the Yorkshire lads let very few points slip.

It's funny though - knowing the outcome didn't take away from the enjoyment. It's still a lot of fun to cheer the underdogs and appreciate the skill of the winners. And especially, after watching the Euro2012 football final at the weekend, it's great to not see people just falling over in the hopes of cheatingly claiming a foul.


The second bout was a great home teams match between Death Stars and Bad Omens. Slightly confusing for me, since I have a small brain, as I've only seen Glasgow versus The World bouts until now; with two home teams I'm starting to recognise the skaters' faces but I'm seeing people on different teams whom I expect to be on the same team. It's not hard - I'm sure I'll cope.

I'm happy to say I now have a pretty good idea of what's going on. Except the penalties. Most of the time I don't have the first idea why people are being sent to the sin-bin. Next time I must find one of the folk with "Please ask me about roller derby" pinned to their back and get an education.
Far too happy for the Sin Bin

And the Death Stars had an escort...
I am a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan...


My work photography is more landscape-oriented. I don't shoot people much at all. As well as enjoying the game, I'm having a great time doing photography that's a little out of my comfort zone. Fun all around!

Sunday, 15 April 2012

Roller Derby Again

I went to the roller derby again. Two times in two months...is that a habit?

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One of the things I like about roller derby is the irony that whilst there are all the trappings of theatricality (name, costume and make-up of a derby persona) there's not all the amateur dramatics that goes with so many professional sports.

This time teams from Stockholm were in town. The Maiden Grrders beat the Swedish B team pretty convincingly, 285 to 69.

But the bout between Stockholm A and the Irn Bruisers was nail-chewingly close, neck and neck most of the game and the home team eventually lost 122 to 120.