williams pictures

2005-09-06T21:36:00.000Z

This is yet-another blog by me. This one is just for putting up pictures. Its an experiment to find out if this is a good way of doing it.

So far, the advantages seem to be:

Its free
No size or bandwidth restrictions I can see
Its reliable
Uploading is easy and convenient
I can add text comments to the pix or not, as I please
Does auto thumbnails for me
background etc customisable

I've never used an online photo album, so if anyone has, do let me know what advantages they might have. Some I can think of would be:

Mass upload. yes but I don't need that, at least yet
Printing from online. Ditto.

Maybe there is more. The pics here are intended to be beautiful, or of general public interest, or something I might want to refer to elsewhere, or maybe just family ones.

A note: I plan to edit the blog timestamps to reflect the dates of the pictures. So things will get wildly out of order of posting. You can cope.

August 2005

2005-08-30T15:27:00.000Z

One of the machines at the end of the gravel conveyor over the River Great Ouse at sunset.

On the Old West River, at the GOBA mooring just beyond the high bridge. Zinfandel in some lesser company. The footpath on the top of the dike heads off into the distance... looks inviting.

D runs joyfully along the dike.

This is a lettuce picking machine, seen out at work on the fens near Streatham Old Engine. Never have I seen such a thing before. The tongue at the front is a conveyor belt, taking the picked objects inside to be disposed of.

August 2005: Llangrannog

2005-08-10T12:17:00.000Z

This holiday I took somewhat more than 700 photos. Having a digital camera encourages this and may even be sensible, but it makes wading through the collection a long task. Here are few "highlights" in some sense.

Daniel attempts to beat back the waves; Carreg Bica in the background.

Meanwhile, I discover I have failed to upload E, so here she is, sitting back straight and very pink after having her hair combed. Note "Penrose" in the background, but I was reading Gill this holiday (for the great wiki Coriolis wars).

D and E "dancing" in a bridge. Although it looks like they are dancing, really they are quite independent (you can see they are different distances if you look closely) but its a lovely pic anyway.

I continue by a bit of self-indulgence and a test of your patience: not one but two views of a cloud.

Interesting "jellyfish" cloud - precipitation evaporating before it hits the ground. I think.

Old stone against blue sky... windows at the ruined abbey at St Dogmaels.

Sign by "The (water)Mill", St Dogmaels near Cardigan. Daniel is fascinated by mills of all kinds, especially watermills. This one still runs and grinds its own flour.

Daniel silhoutted against the light, engaged in his favourite beach pastime.

May 2005

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Miranda in the cafe at Old Hunstanton, twisting herself into an amusing shape.

Naomi and Daniel in the light.

Avenue of trees, The Farthings, Marcham. Old gate leading into WI Hall.

Daniel in the grounds of St Hildas, Oxford, before Miriams piano competition.

Sow and piglets at Cogges farm museum, Oxfordshire.

August 2004

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Seems to have been a flowery month.

A hollyhock with the sun behind it.

Jessica's plants. She goes for the simple and elegant look.

Jacobs lillies (I think). They were at the front of the house, where the new kitchen now is...

A close-up of a cardoon head.

June 2004

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This is probbaly a harebell.

The transit of Venus, as observed from BAS and taken with a nikon 5700 (and cropped down to 200x200). Through dark glass, of course.

April 2004

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See-also: diary/2004/04.

Daniel in the Big Chair

My mothers house. She's thinking of selling it now (autumn 2005).

The heart of a tulip. One of my past desktop backgrounds (though its a bit violent for that).

August 2002: Quiberon

2002-08-24T19:10:00.000Z

Our 2002 holiday was to Quiberon, kindly arranged by Mfd+J. I should say that the pics here are supposed to have some artistic merit rather than just being holiday snaps, so don't give a very good idea of what we actually did. And Mfd doesn't feature at all, by chance.

Sunset on the wall with shadows of the pilings; St Malo.

St Barbe; church door.

St Barbe. Blue window.

Like an abandoned alien spaceship, the blockhouse lies broken on the beach. I found it fascinating, in its huge brokeness, its incongruity, its combination of hard solidity and massive damage.

We were young then... or at least DE were. E definitely was, and looks nothing like that now. But there remain traces of the young D.

Jessica on board ship back from Belle-Isle.

January 2002

2002-01-10T20:47:00.000Z

This was (still is!) my desktop background on the old 3110ct tosh laptop. It is a frost flower pattern on our car window. No digital editing or colour shifts.

June 2001

2001-06-18T21:17:00.000Z

June 2001 was a trip to Lescun in the Pyrenees. It absolutely beautiful. We went three years in a row: this was the last. I would still be going, but the distance was a bit much for some, and the lack of a beach was thought to be a problem too.

It was wonderful to wake up and take your coffee onto the terrace and stare at row upon row of mountains in the blue haze. Sometimes it rained, though I didn't take pictures then.

I remind myself of the witch in Chun the Unavoidable. But at least I'm not plucking out anyones eyes.

Miriam and Daniel in the meadow beneath the Aiguilles.

A mountain somewhat unflatteringly named the Bidet; this view from above of its long ridge reaching out towards the meadow of Sanchez.

"Stream above waterfall" says the photo title but I can't remember which!

Cloudshadows playing on La Billare, the double-peaked mountain behind our gite.

There was no E then, only young D, and indeed he was young, not even 4. Here he clutches Mr Weasel.

Two butterflies.

I unblocked a stream bed, allowing water to flow over grass. I watched, interested, as it spread down the dry streambed, lifting up the daisies as it did so. Sometimes, as here, the slow rise let the surface tension lift the water over the top of the daisy.