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My photography stuff

  • Abandoned Filton

    So, before the Second World War there was a village outside bristol called Charlton*; it was a bit of an unlucky place really, because very close to it was the Rolls Royce Factory and Filton Airfield. Thus, during the war and the rather rapid expansion of the Airfield, Charlton disappeared under tarmac; and where it once stood a large number of RAF buildings were thrown up.

    Filton Airfield still exists, serving a variety of purposes; and today my housemate went for a flying lesson. We spent some time taking photos of her taking off and landing; but even with the strict instructions on where we could and could not go (what with being in the middle of the airfield) we did manage to snap a few shots of the remains of what had been the RAF buildings in the area that was once Charlton.

    I’d love to go back and get some more thorough shots; it’s all fenced off (which you can’t see in Google earth) and so we’d need (want) permission to get a proper look around.

    Anyway, the shots…

  • When she said ‘there’s a whole other side to Huntingdon’

    I didn’t quite follow her meaning…

    Hoe Express!

    (Sorry for the spamming of the journaling, but I’m doing a massive catchup post orgy (as in an orgy of posts, not as in posts happening after an orgy, obviously (well, possibly not obviously, but I felt I should make that clear (just in case it wasn’t (especially with the whole going out / getting laid (new hair cut) thing (dontcha just love nested brackets? (I do)))))).

  • Abandoned Press…

    Go, enjoy the lazyest gallery

  • Oh dear god I’m tired.

    So, Friday night, I’m planning my weekend away to say goodbye to Trey – who’s heading off to climates colder and more northern – and I arrive home after my day shift to a phone call which runs thus:

    Mum: “Kate… the cistern’s leaking again…. quite a lot…. do you think you could come down and fix it…”

    The temporary repair I did a while back (because I couldn’t get the right bit) had finally given up – well, actually it’s given up because I replaced the ball-valve with the same type of ball valve instead of going with my (feminine?) instinct and deciding that the plumber had fitted the wrong kind before and changing to the type of valve I thought it should be.

    Unfortunately I’d also agreed to collect my Victorian cistern for my new house (which I have not got) from Freecycle – before I left on Saturday – and so it was on Saturday morning that I flew out of the house and round Bristol to collect a toilet cistern. Having collected it the bloke said ‘do you want the toilet too?’ – I looked, and a Victorian toilet in *staggeringly* good condition (apart from being somewhat mud filled) became mine also. Of course, this meant that my original time saving plan was somewhat destroyed – having an *entire* toilet in the car was a bit much when travelling a couple of hundred miles.

    So, I switched back, headed home (enabling me (handily) to collect my camera); unloaded the toilet and cistern and piled back in the car only to discover… a car accident.

    Then I joined the M4 Roadworks queues. I got to my mums. I fixed her toilet cistern (seeing a pattern?). I jumped in the car and (more…)

  • That little boundry

    See, I went down to make lunch and I walked into the kitchen and the little voice that’s been in the back of my head switched from being a little voice to a full on shouting one. The kitchen needed cleaning and needed it right now. It’s no dirtier than it was last night, but I just had to clean it.

    Which would have been a more pleasant experience if it hadn’t started with a bowl that’s cracked in the dishwasher hiding it’s cracked state until I went to pick it up at which point it sent a small piece of ceramic stabbing several millimeters into my hand. At which point I yelped, discovered I was actually bleeding a startling amount, lost the chunk of ultra-sharp ceramic and then couldn’t find the plasters [band-aid/elastoplasts] (which normally live in my first aid box).

    Anyway, the kitchen is substantially towards cleaned. I didn’t empty the bin, take the recycling to Sainsburys (anyone want to answer me why South Glos council won’t recycle plastic*?), and I didn’t wash the floor. However, the cooker and surfaces are now spotless, the fronts of the cupboards by the cooker and dishwasher are substantially cleaner (and so on, I’m writing about cleaning ffs).

    I’ve done something ‘unfortunate’ to my arm while I was fixing the car yesterday. It’s sore. I noticed it when Nikki had to brake hard today, and suddenly my arm declared it’s intense soreness. This really is a very dull journal entry.

    I think I’ll shut up now…

    Anyway, to those of you who didn’t bother to look, go look at my new photos; don’t make me beat you; for once I’m really quite proud of them. They’re pretty good for me learning how to use a new camera. It’s actually quite hard to use – because it’s hard to tell what it’s focused on, the LCD screen isn’t really sharp enough, which is a bit frustrating because it makes the ‘manual focus’ option a bit redundant.

    But the camera’s dead quick – it only just did the 39 photos on the 64 Meg card, and on the one set of batteries – so I’ve ordered some new NiMH batteries (not least because I want to have my CD player back in the car!) – and it’s really nice in use; so yay, generally.

    * actually I know the answer, it just happens not to make any sense.

  • Abandoned Fossil Car Stuff…

    Here: Horfield 2006 (and one of the centre of brizzy at the moment).

    I’m dead pleased with the new camera – the light was very wintery today – very white and bright, no warmth to it. Very clean. Anyway, I took the camera and myself down to the Horfield Regeneration Project and spent a couple of hours freezing myself to death. It’s peaked at 5 degrees C, and considering there was still a good thick layer of ice on the ground – and I didn’t have my gloves on (in aid of being able to work the camera) I got really quite cold.

    So anyway, there’s the photos.

    I’ve been very good today too; I went to the supermarket and stocked up on veggies again; and fruit; mmyum. And then I got back and despite the fact it was fracking cold I changed the faulty shocker (now at a level of ineffectiveness rivaling most politicians) and put the new drum on – but I think I also need to adjust the handbrake cable.

    There was quite a bit of swearing involved – the cutesy bit in the manual about undoing bolts and removing neglected the bit where I ended up cutting through the shock-absorber to split it enough that I could get the damn thing off the shaft. By this time I was *cold*. Not ‘a little bit cold’ but cold to the point where I could touch the cold bits of myself and think my hands were warm.

    Shortly after this, after lying on the floor at probably around 3 degree C for about an hour I started to shiver, but handily I’d finished. I even topped up (read: refilled from nearly empty) the diff. As I was laying there, face in the gravel I found something funky though. I’ve got a little fossil – it looks a bit like a chunk of an Ammonite – I thought I’d dropped it back in the chunky gravel but fortunately managed to find it again. It’s not like a big bit, nor is it terribly well preserved, but it’s funky none the less and now adorns the top of my monitor – along with much else in the way of crap.

    Anyway, having warmed up (several hours in front of a fan heater, multiple super-huge-mugs cups of tea) I’m now ready to celebrate my housemates birthyday.

    As promised, here’s a quick shot of the picture that Rachel painted for me…

    Rachel's fabby painting

    I found the wood I wanted to find, I hope I’ve got enough – I think I have – so when it’s dried out fairly thoroughly I’ll start cutting it up to make the frame.

  • Okay, so here they are…

    Okay, so here they are. Photos from Alaska.

  • Abandoned, lots.

    I did a couple of batches of abandoned places photos; so this might seem a bit disjointed (rather than me doing several separate posts I’ll break it up within this one…


    Abandoned stuff

    This is a shot of the statue stood in, what was presumably the car park for a restaurant (I believe) underneath and next to what was the Waldorf school (The Waldorf school appears to have been a Steiner School; the Bristol Steiner School has moved up to Cotham… incidentally). This whole area’s been abandoned since before I came to Bristol – but this area is an example of it being astounding how an huge object can be abandoned and you can completely fail to see it….

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  • Arhosiad byr (ish)

    ’tis time for the grand holiday write up, complete with (lots of) photos.

    So, I went to Wales, Snowdon to be more precise, Pen-y-pass to be even more accurate, for the weekend. We took 233 photos, between us. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

    Anyway, having pruned out the duplicates, the completely blurry, and the awful we were down to a mere 191. Now, having trimmed that down further I’m here to present to you the staggering 28 which I deem to be worthy of my time to lovingly reduce in size, and have selected for your personal delectation. Or whatever.

    I’ve even made a panorama, so I just rock.

    Anyway, below are 28 photos, shiny for the shinyness and reduced for the downloadingness. I’ve got to be quick, ‘cos otherwise Trey won’t get to put hers up tonight and that’ll make an unhappy Trey bunny.
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  • Abandoned Wales

    Okay, so these are the abandoned buildings shots from my trip to wales. There were several abandoned cars too, which I wanted to snap, but a navigation error on my part lopped out the important part of the A470 on the way back.

    The image quality isn’t great, nor’s the framing to be honest. They’re quickly shot digital camera shots, quite a lot of the shot in heavy rain – some of them got deleted because the rain was so heavy you could barely make out the object being photographed!

    Abandoned Wales
    Near Plas Gwynant; I think. Sadly the rain made most of these photos unusable.
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