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In relation to Babs' post from earlier today, here's a photo of her offending cankles:
This is what happens when you don't
I'd say lesson learned.
(with apologies to Adrian)
I took a few "action" photos of George and just had to set them to music. I think I picked the right track. I like 8-second videos.
As per Babs request on the previous post, here’s the photo of her when she was all cute and ickle.
AWWLOOKITDELIDDLEBABBY!
Inspired by ZeFrank, here's a photo of me when I was only ickle. I think (and so does me Mam) that I'm about one and a half in this photo, and teething, hence the red (or slightly darker grey) cheeks.
I also think there's a definite resemblance between me and my niece Isobel, who's currently roughly about the same age as me in this photo. Have a look and tell me if you agree.
Oh, and if anyone else wants to continue the thread/meme/thingy, please find an old photo of yourself, blog it, and tell me about it in the comments.
For those of you who aren't rabid followers of my Flickr Photostream, I have now uploaded some of the best photos of mine and Nikki's Alaskan holiday, back in July. There's a few hum-dingers in there, even if I may say so myself. I still have a few from my other (compact) camera left to upload, and a couple of videos which I'm in the midst of editing into something half-decent.
It's almost like being there, only like, y'know, not.
Here's a few photos of me doing my presentation for my College course, back at the start of July.
I just uploaded another crapload of photos to Flickr. This one is definitely one of my favourites:
A few weeks ago, Claire Wilson of Gingerpixel fame asked if anyone would be interested in modelling for her so she could build up her portfolio a bit. Naturally, I said I'd be interested, and she said she'd be doing the shooting on Killiney Beach, which is only five minutes from my house, which clinched the deal (even though she wanted me to be there on a Saturday at 9.30am).
So last Saturday, I met her on the beach, had a bit of a chat and she started shooting. We moved around to several different locations on the beach, and she was very pleased to shoot someone who was interested in photography (I had a few ideas) and apparently I was "a natural". It was quite hard to find somewhere with good light that morning, as the Sun was glaring off the sea and sand, so I was a bit squinty some of the time. I think Claire did a fantastic job though, and these are some of the best photos of me, ever.
So, after the jump there's a couple of my favourite ones of me, and here's a link to all the shots of me on Claire's site, and the set of all portraits she shot on the beach on Saturday.
Last May, for my Birthday, Nikki got me Flying Lessons (thanx Nikki! xoxo)
On Sunday, Midway through September, I finally got round to using them.
It was absolutely brilliant.
Seeing as I totally forgot, and she might not have told everyone, Nikki has uploaded all her photos from the Snowdonia trip and my cousin Ian's wedding onto her Flickr. My Snowdonia pics are up in my 'Snowdonia' photoset, but I got almost no photos of the wedding due to me being an usher all day and having a lot of things to do.
Have a look, to see me, Babs, Nikki and Rebecca (aka 'the big sis') in varying states of drunkenness in our bestest of clobber, along with all the rellies and the campest photo of me I think you'll ever see. Enjoy!
I got an email from the bauld Google telling me that 'Picasa Web Albums' would be launching 'soon', so I should 'apply for an invitation', so I did (haven't heard back yet though). It looks to me like Google, with Picasa, is going to try to take on the might of Yahoo! with Flickr in the online photo-sharing world, which seems to me like a gargantuan challenge for the dudes at Google.
Almost everyone I know who wants to share their photos online uses Flickr (with the exception of Adrian, who designed his own photo-sharing experience, colossal geek that he is), and they pretty much have the market sown up as regards online photo-sharing. Flickr has all the tools too, for things like mo'blogging and such, which from what I can see won't be rolled out by Picasa for quite a while yet.
Now, I use Picasa to organise my pics on my computer, because it's brilliant, at least far more brillianter than Windows is. I'm sure iPhoto on the Mac is pretty good, but as regards Windows and organising pics, Picasa is King in my opinion. If it was really easy to post pics online from inside Picasa, and if they rolled out blogging facilities that were as good as or (dare I say) better than Flickr, I might be tempted to change over to this new service, but they'd want to be pretty far along in their program before I do that, and I think I'll wait (even after I get an invite) until they've taken down that 'TEST' banner from the 'Picasa Web Albums' logo before I even think about telling other people to look for my photos there (how is 'TEST' different from 'Beta', that's what I want to know...).
Have any other Gmail or Picasa users (who read this here blog) recieved an invite? Anyone seen what it's really like beyond the 'Learn More' page? Let me know in the comments, if you please.
Apologies for the lateness of this post (seeing as I came back from Wales on Sunday night).
Well, an excellent weekend was what was had in beautiful Snowdonia. I was there last summer, but only really passed through quickly, on the way to the English Midlands. We got the HSS from Dun Laoghaire (which was handy, as in 5 minutes away) on Friday morning and got to the caravan park (via a nice drive on the A4086, a really good drive, and at least two wrong turns that may or may not have been due to map-reading errors by my trusty navigator) at about half past four, just in time for several pints and dinner in the country club, followed by an early night (relatively anyway) in anticipation of a dayincluding 'a fair bit of walking'.
After a breakfast of pastries and coffee which had been cunningly purchased in Bangor on the way to our wheeled weekend abode, we debated joining the others for a hike up Snowdon. After looking at the torrential hail, rain, sleet and snow that looked pretty imminent, and our poor choice of non-waterproof clothing and footwear, and thinking of a 5-hour hike up a mountain and back, we decided (wisely) against it. So we went on a drive to Betws-y-Coed and a bit of a shop for appropriate clothing for future hillwalking adventures, some lunch, and to find a smaller walk to go on. We found a nice lake up in the mountains (I can't remember the name) and had a wee (2 hour or so) walk in the sunshine that broke as soon as we got out of the car, took some lovely photies, and then headed back to the caravan to chill for a bit. Dinner on Saturday was to be a gigantic pot of Bolognaise, made by Kabbage, (fiancé of Ciara, who's 30th birthday was the real reason for being in Wales, as I mentioned previously) up in a shack in the middle of nowhere, followed by several games of pool and copious drinking back at the park.
On Sunday we had to be checked out of our caravans at 10am, so we all (about 28 of us) headed out to get breakfast in a roadside café that Ciara had found would probably have space for all of us. After a few goodbyes and a look around the outdoor clothing shop that was attached to the café (every other business in Snowdonia is an outdoor clothing shop, you'll find), Nikki, Deirdre, Claire and myself (the Irish contingent) parted company with the rest of the gang and headed back to Betws (and yet another outdoor shop or three), and on to Electric Mountain. This was an excellent detour, a pumped storage power station deep underneath a mountain, that looked more like something out of the last half hour of a James Bond movie than anything I've ever seen. To say I was a bit pissed off when our guide said we had to leave our cameras and phones in lockers at the start of the tour would be a colossal understatement. The main cavern of the station is hundreds of metres underground (about a ten-minute bus journey down a huge tunnel in a bus), and is over 125 metres long, and I really expected a bald supervillain to pop out of somewhere and snicker maniacally at his creation. Visit Electric Mountain, it's cool.
From there we headed to Bangor (where it seems absolutely nothing happens on a Sunday) for some lunch, and on to Holyhead for the 6.30pm ferry back to the Pale. An excellent weekend I'm sure you'll agree!
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