It's a negative day.
Day One Hundred Four
Dyson, one of the last internationally recognised bastions of British ingenuity. That isn't a bomb, missile or other tool of war...
Day One Hundred Three
Ringwood has a brewery. And like all good English breweries, they make the most of the imagination we humans possess when naming the stuff.
Day One Hundred Two
A traditional English pub with a thatched roof, with many fond memories. Directly behind it, and therefore out of view, is a petrol station. Once part of the Texaco.Star Service Stations network. Until 2005, when Somerfield took it over. I worked there as a supervisor from 1996 till 1999, and returned to manage it from 2002 to 2003. My first stint was the happier. Both stints saw me pay many visits to the Fish Inn pub.
I celebrated the new millennium there on Dec 31st 1999/Jan 1st 2000. There was no Y2K bug during the celebrations. A girl hit on me that night. I was very drunk, and as I couldn't quite see straight and make an informed decision on her looks, I passed the opportunity. I saw her a few days later. Super freaking hot. So...not the best decision I ever made. It was unlikely she'd ever be drunk enough again to offer me a second opportunity.
Day One Hundred One
Chez Denness, from inside looking out. A quiet, every day street in a reasonably affluent part of rural southern England.
Day One Hundred
Today's shot is a big milestone in the project. A hundred days, a hundred photos. Almost a third of the way. I always think that, if done right, trees in winter look like upside down blood vessels. This isn't quite right. But it's close and still nice.
Day Ninety Nine
I did a review on my Sony media player a while back. I still love it. Although I wish it did the Channel 4 and ITV online content too. The only other complaint I have it the remote control. It does what it's meant to do very well. But it doesn't have a qwerty keyboard, and that's a frustration when searching for videos on YouTube. I can use my Android phone, via the Sony app, which does have a Qwerty keyboard. But connection is patchy.
Day Ninety Eight
One of those every day scenes of utterly normal, boring, mundane life that is the point of my 366 project.
Day Ninety Six
The entry to Bournemouth pier. A once glorious monument to British engineering. Now full of garish slot machines and snotty nosed kids.
Day Ninety Five
These old buildings belong to a century or more ago. The filter I've used is fitting. Although the look is one that many nouveau riche emulate on more modern structures.
Photo of the Month 3
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Day Ninety Four
Yesterday I took a photo of my bike by the side of the road in the forest. Today's photo is taken from the exact same spot, facing the opposite direction. We do have some great sunsets in Bournemouth.
Day Ninety Three
My bike. At a regular stop by an MoD base in the forest. By regular, I do mean for years. Since I started working in Bournemouth in 2001. Of course, there has been a six year long Mexico sized gap. In Magic Colour, courtesy of the Camera 360 app.
Day Ninety Two
Kill SOPA. Dismember PIPA. This is my contribution to the Big Internet Blackout. It is a photo, not just a graphic. I just turned the lights off. A prize for guessing what it's a photo of...
Day Ninety One
Paola bought this for me from Berlin. It was my first Valentine Day's present for me. It's hung on a few walls now. It'll hang on a wall or two more, I'm sure.
Day Ninety
I recently bought an X Mini speaker for my laptop and phone. Tiny, cheap, sounds great and for what it is, a brilliant device. The battery gives about 11 hours of audio. I'm going to buy another next month. You can daisy chain them together.
Day Eighty Nine
I'm an Avon lady! Technically, Paola is the Avon lady. It's a little thing she does on the side for a bit of extra cash. But I help out by distributing her catalogue at work.
Day Eighty Eight
Anita, Dicky and Paola at the Bowlplex. Ten Pin Bowling seems to have become the default venue for birthday parties. This one was Anita's.
Day Eighty Seven
The old clock tower at the Lansdowne in Bournemouth. In the morning, the sun gives it a wonderful glow. Which I ruined when I added the Lomo filter. But I do like the Lomo filter...
Day Eighty Six
I've already featured the other two mutts inhabiting our home. Meet the final part of the trilogy. Tiny. A diabetic, half blind, wholly stupid Bijon Somethingorother.
Day Eighty Five
We do get some spectacular sunsets in Bournemouth. They're almost Acapulco-eque. Providing you stay inside the warmth of a building. The sharp January winds will soon give the scene a very un-Acapulco feel.
Day Eighty Four
A TVR. A typical British sportscar. Loud, fast, cool, quick round corners and no longer made due to the company going bust.
Day Eighty Three
Shooting a moving subject with a cell phone camera isn't easy. It's much easier to just catch the shadows they leave.
Day Eighty One
I like the Union Flag. It's much nicer than most. If only because it isn't simply three block colours spread either horizontally or vertically. But the best thing about the Union Jack (or Union Flag, as it's more correctly known) is that it's used creatively on such a massive scale. Unlike the Mexican flag. Which is a nice flag. But the protection from creativity that it is afforded is ridiculous.
Day Seventy Nine
The X3 bus from Bournemouth to Ringwood in the evening. The winds were high. Too high to be riding my scooter to and from work anyway.
Day Seventy Eight
We have a new member of the turtle clan. The chap on the left. We must have a dozen of them by now.
Day Seventy Six
Somerley House in Ringwood. It hosts a number of events throughout the year. Today was the Somerley 10km run, which I took part in.
Day Seventy Five
It was cold. And wet. And miserable. So Paola bought herself an ice cream. Look how happy that made her. This is the sort of eccentricity that Englanders are famed for.
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