Sunday? More like Friday. Yeah, I’m late.
A wet day last week:
Large aperture, close-up, click, click. Low DOF.
More (or less) DoF at:
Tag: fotozondagavond
Fotozondagavond #34: Holiday Mood
Hah, just as the weather turned really nasty, Mjan picks “holiday mood” as the theme. Thanks! I pretty much gave up on this week’s theme, when lo and behold, this morning I saw this on my way to the office:
The sight of a Tuk Tuk gives me happy memories and gets me in a real holiday mood.
More holidaze:
Fotozondagavond #33: Money
No picture (yet). Too late, too late. But there’s at least one bloggo with pecunia:
Sorry, FJ, didn’t have time to take any pix this weekend.
Fotozondagavond #32: “Rij” (row, line, queue)
Shot quite some stuff this weekend, however nothing having to do with our theme. In any case, this morning in the office I found my inspiration:
Note the truck-surfing smurfs at the back. These guys turned 50 this year; you’d think Papa Smurf would know better than that. Don’t try this at home, folks!
More queues:
Fotozondagavond #31: “Eten”
Food or eating, take your pick. While I was playing with my new camera, Elisabetta was playing with her Big-F*ck-Off Kenwood KM020 kitchen machine. It kneads dough, it blends, it does everything short of giving you a foot rub. The gnocchi were quite a success, as was the very light chocolate cake (no butter, no oil, no chocolate apart from cacao powder).
(By the way, Wild Pig’s Merlot is quite nice.)
More food:
Fotozondagavond #30: Summer
Playing with my new Olympus E520 and lo, by accident, I snapped a shot that’s half decent and fits the “summer” theme. I was trying to line up the glass ornaments and it’s worked out pretty well.
My first Olympus was the C-4040 Zoom and although it was slow, it had a great lense and allowed me to take very sharp and colourful images.
After that, we bought a μ 700 and that’s a really handy, small, fast camera, but the colours don’t compare to the 4040.
The E520 puts the colour back, and as a DSLR, adds a bunch of features that I still have to explore.
Now, I like to read manuals, but I like to play even more:
Weeee!
More summer stuff:
Fotozondagavond #15: Frog View
Fotozondagavond #14: Yummie (“Lekker”)
I was hoping to show some nice pictures of outdoors activities, but hey, it was raining!
Anyway, I turned 40 today, so the obvious yummie thing to show is CAKE.
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
No Cake
These are rare images of a piece of home-made mascarpone cake (comparable to tiramisu, but, er, quite different) before I got my grubby little fingers on it. The white balance is not optimal, but I didn’t want to waste time adjusting my camera: there’s a time for fiddlin’ and a time for ladlin’…
Now that was yummie!
More “lekker” stuff:
Fotozondagavond #13: Free for All
FJ seems to have taken a hiatus and left us without a topic for this week. This meant each of us had to come up with something original by ourselves.
As fate has it, I’ll be turning forty next week and it got me thinking about mortality, aging and all that. One of the things I’ve always wondered about is whether I would turn gray or bald. So far, I’ve collected a few white hairs, but most of them grow out of my nose, so that doesn’t say much. My maternal grandfather was balder than Yul Brynner (though not as mean-looking) and my paternal gramps had a head of (albeit slightly thinning) gray hair. I’m starting to look more and more like my father (gray rather than bald), so I’m guessing I won’t lose my hair just yet, but you never know.
So, armed with curiosity, camera and my trusty Gimp I hacked up some before and after shots:
Steven at 39
Steven at 40?
(click to enlarge)
Er, right. I think I’d rather turn gray…
Now I’ll send the “after” picture to Elisabetta by MMS, just to freak her out 😛
Other stuff I’ve been doing:
Fotozondagavond #12: Youth Sentiment
Baby, baby, baby!
So, this morning I started diving into my old record collection. Here’s a bit of nostalgia! Yes, I was a fan of Slade. In fact, I was a fan as early as 1972, when I was five years old and went to by a record with my father. The salesman refused to believe that I really wanted the Slade record until my father said, “Really, believe me. He won’t settle for anything else.” Bah, Fleetwood Mac and Pink Floyd thrown in for good measure to capture that unique 70s feeling (I chose hide my “Mud” record).
Viva vinyl!
Note the Joplin cover
Home, sweet home
My view for 21 years
We figured it would be nice to take a drive. We have a guest from Italy staying with us this weekend, and the weather was great, so I figured it would be nice to go back to my roots and visit the village I grew up in. Man, I haven’t been there in years. I was surprised at how small everything seemed. I mean, the chestnut trees in front of the church tower right across the road from our house were much bigger in my memory. Tip of the hat to the Captain who was confined to this place for ten years as well 🙂
The old house
The old street
That other “Hem” landmark
The later years
And then I went to live in Amsterdam. My university years were marked by sleeping during lectures and drawing. Anything to avoid paying attention. Here’s a couple of things I produced in those years. Warning: insider’s humour ahead!
This one’s for George!
(Click to read the whole thing)
(Click to read the whole thing)
Two legends
More?
More youth sentiment: