Here. Thank you David Thompson.
I would say that several of them are straight up good:
That one being my favourite. Blurry can be good. Very blurry indeed is, in this case, I think, outstanding. I also especially like the bird with no wings.
The thing is, with wildlife photography, every second Real Photographer on earth has given wildlife his/her very best shots, and the perfection of it all can get a bit routine.
When I woke up yesterday, I could have sworn it was Friday. And I at once did two things. I checked for an incoming email telling me when a food delivery would happen, which wasn’t there. Odd. And, I did a blog posting about a bird photo. On a Thursday rather than on a Friday, Friday being my usual day for such things.
I’m not the only one suffering time derangement. I am hearing this lots, in the course of all the phone calls with friends and relatives I am doing to stay in touch. People everywhere are losing all track of what time it is, what day of the week it is, what date it is. Let’s see what The Internet has to say. Yes, this is now an official Internet Thing:
In my case, two forces are at work. At any moment I am either absorbed in something, with no fear that if I stay absorbed I will miss something that’s coming up. In which case I lose all track of time, and it goes far faster than I expect. Or, I’m doing nothing, wondering what to get stuck into next, in which case I also lose all track of time, because it then seems to go so slowly. Combine these two things, and I really lose all track of time. All of this quite aside from the fact that I am getting old, a major symptom of which is … losing all track of time.
What is lacking for me, and for many others, is Things Which I Have To Be At Or To Pay Attention To At A Particular Time. Work. Events. Meetings. Sporting events, for real or live on TV, which are not retro-wallowing but which are actually happening now, at a definite time which you have to be aware of or you’ll miss it. And it turns out that if you lack such Events to keep reminding you of the time, which includes the day of the week and the date as well as merely whether it’s 10am or 4pm, you … lose track of time.
Hence the bird.
Good news, the food delivery has now been delivered, that email having earlier arrived telling me when to expect it. These people. Recommended to me and now recommended by me.
Here:
I do like a good sunset. And I do like Brutalist architecture in retreat but still around. So, apart from the anti-Christ bit, what, as the question goes, ‘s not to like?
Via Ben Southwood:
There is an actual bridge in among there, so no worries putting Bridges in the category list. But is the Thing itself a bridge?
Its full name is Anlage einer elektrischen Hochbahn (Schwebebahn), System Eugen Langen. (“Electric Elevated Railway (Suspension Railway) Installation, Eugen Langen System”) It is the oldest electric elevated railway with hanging cars in the world and is a unique system.
In other words, nobody copied it because they thought it was crazy.
The above photo is from that Wikipedia entry. It dates from 1913.
Indeed. See below.
It was several months ago now that a respected friend told me, with what to me seemed rather startling vehemence, that there should be social media buttons on each posting at this blog, in order to give it reach or influence or traction. Some such noun. This has now been done.
I doubt if this will do this blog’s reach or influence or traction much good. But I don’t see how it can do these things any harm.
They keep eating the bats.
Here.
Anecdotal proof that people who didn’t know how to work at home are now learning how to work at home. This will surely have permanent consequences for how work is done, everywhere.
When I started concocting this posting, earlier in the week, I was watching a TV show about dogs behaving badly, called, if I remember it right, “Dogs Behaving Badly”. (Very), it turns out. Things like bribing them with dog-sweets to stop them misbehaving, which turned out to mean you are rewarding them with dog-sweets for misbehaving. Guess what the dogs continued to do. Until the English version of the Dog Whisperer started working his dog-magic.
While watching that, I was rootling through tweets I’ve been saving, to see if any were deserving of the immortality that comes with being mentioned here at BMNB.
These ones seemed good, and they chimed in rather nicely with that dog show I was also one-third-attending to.
Clarissa:
Currently experiencing the usual reward for demonstrating competence at work. …
Graeme:
More work?
Clarissa:
Bingo.
Graeme:
Well I hope you learned from your mistake!
Well, Clarissa is not a dog, so maybe not. Maybe she was rewarded for the more work that she did. But if not …
Hey, what with all this Coronavirus disruption, maybe Clarissa has managed to hang on to her job.
Is it pronounced Shrewsbury or Shrewsbury?
I asked [the] Shrewsbury Cops but they told me it could be either … or either.
Tomatoes tomatoes potatoes potatoes. Seriously, I thought it was Shrows-bury. But the football commentators all call it as spelt. Which is surely very un-English. I still treasure the moment when an American asked me where Lie Sester Square was.
It’s been a busy day. Still getting that self-isolation thing organised.
After 25 years of marriage, my husband and I are getting to know each other with a depth that is best avoided.
The comments vary, from the laughter of recognition to the usual Twitter denunciation of strangers on the basis of wildly insufficient evidence. Was she just joking? Very possibly. Lots of fine marriages seem to work all the better for them not spending all day together.
I’m okay. My new tabletop freezer just arrived this morning. Soon, I will start getting to know it in depth.