Wow, I've not updated my gallery for a while. I need to work on the software a bit as well, as the spammers have circumvented my captcha. Shame, I liked that system.
Earlier this year I went for a wander around the paths just north of Fareham. As night fell and I neared the end of the walk, I came across this lake, hidden behind a housing estate.
There's something I like about this photo, that I can't quite put my finger on. The flash is intentional.
Note the multiple reflections of the camera flash, from both inside and outside the sphere.
These old bones once sailed the ocean blue. Now they've been abandoned to rot and decay.
This looks rather like a cardboard cutout. A strong forced flash on a murky day has that effect.
Clouds of doom
Taken while on another random walk.
Looking across the M27 to the north, with rain falling in the distance.
Taken with my camera's "black board" feature.
Snow, in the south of England, generally means maybe enough for one snowball, and a slush on the ground that threatens to send you flying. So it was a surprise to have an actual solid fall of snow, and even more of a surprise for this to happen in April (April 6th, to be precise).
Yeah, I don't think they'll be doing much work today. Taken on April 6th, 2008.
The time isisisisisis...
This is not some luminous stitching, but rather a long exposure of the clock on my cooker, with the camera swung vertically. The clock display is most likely using some form of pulse-width modulation to control the brightness, and use less power. It's a neat trick but makes for an annoying flicker.
Looking out from Devil's Dyke in Sussex.
"So how does one read one of these things..."
Bad hair day
Nick's hair and strong wind are a bad, bad combination.
"I think we're over there..."
Through the tall grass
The camera was actually level when taking this photo. But this is England, and we have Hills.
To infinity... and beyond!
A trail of reflections, stretching to infinity and back again
These two squirrels crouched motionless for at least 15 minutes, each waiting for the other to move.
Perched on the tallest branch.
Here a squirrel...
...there a squirrel, everywhere a squirrely squirrel!
Around the turn of the millenium, some cheeky sods stole a formula for making electrolytic capacitors. Or rather, they stole half a formula. The result is a plague of bad capacitors that leak nasty gunk and cause no end of system problems.
The other day I saw a squadron of bees, foraging for nectar.
This is a real, unedited photo. You don't need fancy software for a good ol' motion blur.
Apparently, the local chavs have a sense of humour.
Looks like the chavs also know about the internet =D