Today is the first
day of a run of 4 days where the temperature
will rise to above 30° C, although only by a
degree or two, and not as hot as the few very
hot days we had in June (or was it July ?)
when we almost reached 38° C. There was a
little bit of hazy early this morning, but now
it is full on sunshine for the next couple of
days. This coming Sunday will be the
changeover point when the sun will be mostly
hidden by cloud, and the temperature starts to
drop. Monday 15th August might even feature
some rain, or a lot of rain, with
thunderstorms if the BBC forecast turns out to
be correct.
Most of yesterday seems to be a
blur. I washed yet more clothes, and hung them
out on the line, in hot sunshine, to dry. I
brought them in feeling hot to the touch 5 or
so hours later. Of course there was a
highlight to the day when I met Angela in the
pub during her lunchbreak. Maybe it is because
it was hot, or maybe something else, but just
recently we don't seem to be so close. There
is no magic spark, but it was still very good
to see her, and have a couple of pints of
refreshing Guinness.
There is talk of a hosepipe ban
starting soon after almost no rain for much of
the summer. Maybe this is why Ladywell Sports
Arena had at least 5 sprinklers going in the
middle of the sports field. It does seem to be
rather a big waste of water when I'm sure that
athletes sweat enough to keep it all well
watered. I took the picture above while
walking through the park to get to the pub,
and Angela.
I didn't have any breakfast yesterday
morning, and so my Guinness was poured into an
empty stomach. It didn't seem to make much
difference, although maybe I felt a little
more sleepy when I got home again. Once at
home I had a packet of instant noodles. After
I ate them I definitely felt sleepy. I lay on
my bed, and read a page or two before falling
asleep for maybe as long as an hour.
After my sleep it was back to my PC to
get back to editing photos. I was finally
selecting and editing pictures of the last
band I saw - Glamstar. I don't know why, but I
find all that glam rock glitter, huge
sparkling boots, and similar, to be creepy in
some way. Although all the songs they cover
were catchy pop songs in their time, I
preferred more serious rock music. The funny
thing is that Glamstar have an alter-ego as
Run For Cover, and I really like the serious
rock music covers they do - including a few
extremely well covered Pink Floyd songs.
Here's one of my pictures of Glamstar.
I made a tragic mistake taking these pictures,
that actually started during the previous
band, Jamie And The Jets. I didn't compensate
for the day starting to dim as the sun dropped
too low behind the trees behind the stage.
Many pictures were under exposed. In my
defence I would say the lighting was a bit
tricky. It was a sort of half way thing where
once it got darker still the stage lighting
would start to light up the faces of the band.
At this time it was a bit of both.
I had to pull out all the stops to
force some reasonable pictures from the 92 I
took of Glamstar (I think I said 67
yesterday). I did a lot more smoothing to
cover the grain, and then a lot of sharpening
to make the picture look a bit crisper. I
obviously made the picture as light as I
dared, and also fiddled with the colour. At
the end of that a few pictures started to look
a bit like John Bull's photo - the very
successful photographer who inspires many of
my efforts. The curious thing is that as my
pictures started to look a bit like his the
less I liked them. I think I prefer the more
natural look.
Finishing the Glamstar photos was not
the end of my photography last night. I
noticed a big bright, and probably full moon
(or if not full, only a few hours from it) as
I was getting ready to go to bed. I was still
dressed enough that with the addition of a
t-shirt I was able to go out into the road for
a better view - except it wasn't ! The moon
was so low it was half hidden by the roofs of
the houses in that direction. I ended up being
just about able to get a picture in from my
bedroom window.
I tried my Nikon D80 camera because I
have a nice 300mm zoom lens for it, but being
a fairly low resolution camera the pictures
looked a bit ragged. Next I tried my Canon
1200D camera, also with a 300mm zoom lens.
That was a big improvement. I also tried my
Nikon P500 "bridge" camera, and that was
rubbish for this task. The picture above was
taken with my now rarely used Canon SX420
"bridge" camera. It adjusted the exposure all
by itself (the moon is a lot brighter than you
think), and it's built in zoom lens seems as
if it could be equivalent to a 400 or even
500mm lens on a DSLR camera.
I slept really well until about 4am
this morning. Prior to that I had some
interesting, or entertaining dreams - at least
that is how I think I remember them, although
most of the details have now faded away. I
woke up sometime very soon after 4am to a
horrible sewer like smell. I didn't think it
was my own gaseous emissions, and wondered if
it had been blown in from where ever the
source of the hot air coming our way.
I realised what it was 5 or 10 minutes
later when I heard the sound and smells of a
diesel engine. It was the dustmen, or waste
collection operatives, or whatever. They
usually start quite early, but with a
scorching day approaching I can't blame them
for starting extra early so they can spend the
afternoon in a shaded beer garden with copious
amounts of ice cold beer.
From the time I was woken up until the
time I got up, which was later than usual, I
slept in fits and starts. I can't really say
the last 3 hours of sleep were good, but the
previous hours did seem good. This morning I
seem to feel fairly good. Enough bits ache to
prove I am still alive, but nothing aches that
much. I can look forward to great day, except
it won't be that great. I still have a lot of
pictures taken at Petts Wood Calling to go
through. They are not pictures of the bands,
or at least not while on the stage, but just
general shots of anything that seemed like a
possible good photo. This afternoon it seems
definite that Jodie will be coming for a beer
tasting session.