The Magnificent Seven

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAnother dull, dark, wet day.  An ideal day to go for a swim in the warm waters of the leisure centre with no need to feel guilty about not exercising first, as the gym is being refurbished this week.  So off we went, both of us, because Scamp can now go when she wants – the freedom of retirement.

After that we headed in to Glasgow because, remember yesterday’s boots trip?  Well, this morning I decided that the boots were just a wee bit too wee for complete comfort.  Parked at Cowcaddens and took the underground to St Enoch’s.  Yes, I know it’s real name is St Enoch, without the apostrophe ‘s’, but it’s alway referred to as St Enoch‘ss, so that’s what it is here.  Got the boots exchanged for a green pair.  Scamp says it’s really my colour.  Don’t tell anyone in Larky that or they won’t let me in again.  This pair are a half size bigger, so that should be fine and dandy.

Technospeak Alert
On the way back to the car, I stopped to get a shot of the underpass at Cowcaddens.  I like this underpass with its interesting graphics and great lighting.  I wanted a bit of human interest and I thought I had the idea subjects when a group of guys wandered through.  There was my shot.  It even had a title “The Magnificent Seven” because there were seven of them.  When I got home and downloaded the shot I was disappointed to see that there were in fact, only six of them.  However, as always I’d taken another couple of shots from different angles.  One of them had a woman walking towards the camera at about the same distance as the six guys.  It was a simple matter to use Potatoshop to clip her out of one frame and insert her into the other one.  There, now it was the Magnificent Seven (Now referred to as the MS).  Isn’t that what they invented Potatoshop for?  The lighting was a bit more difficult to fix.  I tried low key, high key and HDR.  None of them worked for me.  I eventually used a preset I’ve been making good use of this week.  It’s a low key, high contrast monochrome.  The only problem was that the MS were lost against the background.  However, help was at hand with Lightroom’s new radial filter which allowed me to lighten the back wall and make the MS stand out in silhouette.  Just what I wanted.  There, that’s the full story, not the sanitised version that goes into Flickr.  I don’t know what it is with underpasses, bridges and tunnels this week.

Stopped at the Costa at Robroyston with the intention of going to Asda for essential shopping later.  When we came out, we couldn’t be bothered, so we decided to go home instead.  That’s what we did.  Scamp is out tonight at the choir carol service.  I offered to go with her, but she quite rightly said that I’d hate it, so she went on her own.  May start a painting later, or maybe I’ll just heat a pizza because it’s Friday.

Boots – 10 December 2015

combo bI went in to Glasgow today to get some paint – one tube of paint to be exact. Scamp was singing in the afternoon, so this got me out of the house too. I’d been looking for a new pair of boots. My old well worn Goretex walking boots were beginning to let in water. After five years of solid use that’s not surprising. For months now I’ve been looking for a replacement pair without much success. Today I chanced by Clarks in Argyle Street and there was the exact boots I was looking for. I’m not saying how much they cost, but the cost was proportionate to the cost of the old pair they are replacing. When I walked out of the shop I passed a camera crew recording interviews with passers by. On the local TV news tonight, there I was in the background. Hey, I was on the telly.

I went for the bus home, but when I got to the bus station a fire alarm started. Everyone just ignored it to start with. It’s Scotland. We find it hard to get excited about fire alarms, burglar alarms. If WW3 started we’d probably just stand and watch the bombs dropping thinking “where are the hidden cameras then?”. Eventually, when the fire wardens in their red Hi-Vis jackets appeared, people grudgingly exited the buildings. It was cold, the wind was gusting and there was a threat of rain (maybe it would put the fire out) so I decided to use my time constructively and went to John Lewis to have a cup of coffee and a scone. When I came out, the emergency was over and everything was running normally (i.e. there were no buses for Cumbernauld for about 30 mins). When I got home Scamp was gone to her gig(!) and the sun was out, so I went to take some photos. Walked along the Luggie again and used the 9mm lens a lot. I also used a Lightroom preset I’d made up to process the decent shots.

Last night the Mac crashed. Black screen, no sign of anything happening. Not a sound. Not a flicker. I eventually powered it down. Not the way you’re meant to do it, but by holding down the power button. You’re not meant to do that because it can cause problems. It caused problems. Every time I opened Finder (Windows Explorer to the MicroSofties) it would take about a minute to produce the goods. I eventually found out that it was a corrupted .plist. If that means nothing to you, don’t worry. I don’t understand either. All I know is that the repair I found on the net was convoluted, but it worked. I think. I’ll know better tomorrow when I try a reset. I can’t be bothered to do it tonight. It’s been a long day, but I’ve got a new pair of boots!

Oh yes, here’s the repair code:

In Terminal type

cd /Users/User/Library/Preferences/  <Where User is your user name>

rm -fr com.apple.sidebarlists.plist

rm -fr com.apple.finder.plist

Logout

Then Logout from the apple menu

 

Perf – 9 December 2015

combo bToday we went to Perth. Not Perth, Australia, but Perth, Scotland. Rather than drive there, or bus there, we decided to train. It was a lousy day. Dull, wet and windy. The train seemed to be a great idea and the trip north was very comfortable. I don’t know why they built the railway station so far out of town. Maybe the town centre was meant to be near the bus and rail station, but someone decided that a mile or so further down the road was a much more sensible situation for a town centre. Not to worry, the walk would do us good.

The main reason for the trip was to get more coffee and a Chrissy Prezzy for me. I was allowed to choose it, but after we got home it had to go to Santa until the 25th. After the purchases we went to The George for lunch: Fish & Chips (x2). It was lovely. By the time we came out it was just after 1.00pm and you could already see it was getting dark. I got some photos of some statuary near the river. After that we fought through the wind and rain on our way back to the station, only to find out we had a 45min wait for the train. A 45min wait on a metal seat next to a couple of joiners who were building a wooden box about two metres long by one meter wide by two metres high. I think it may be a waiting room, a new concept in Perth Railway Station. Even the dismal 1950s bus station waiting room is luxurious compared to Perth Railway Station’s waiting facilities: a metal bench that seats four. Food for those waiting is catered for by a drinks vending machine and a chocolate vending machine – superb! The station does have a sign saying ‘Welcome’, but that’s where the welcome ends.

Thankfully the journey home was quite excellent. Just under an hour for the entire journey from Perth Railway Station to Home. Scary though. Not the journey, but the amount of water that was passing by the windows of the train. So much water. Flooding everywhere from Perth to Stirling. It’s then you realise how lucky we are to live on a hill.

The Retirement Home – 8 December 2015

combo bToday Scamp retired. The title for today’s post came from one of her throw-away lines when she was speaking to Hazy. “Yes, this is The Retirement Home”. For someone without a sense of humour, that’s pretty good going. It was a stressful day. Up with the lark (if the lark got up about 8.00am that is) and out to get the tinsel, the helium balloon, the lights and the coloured balloons. It’s amazing what you can get for a fiver in the pound shop. Back to decorate the place. Where’s the stapler? Found it! It’s empty! Where are the staples? Found another stapler! Yippee it’s got some staples in it!! Just got it finished and Scamp phoned to say she was on the way home. Time for a cup of coffee.

The decorations seemed to pass muster. Then it was time to take Scamp to her retirement party. Dropped her there talking with one of the ‘Witches’ and went to take some photos. Cold and bright when I left, then the clouds rolled in, but I persevered and got some interesting shots in the intervals of sunlight during the hour or so I had. My favourite, but not the POD was the broken umbrella stuck in the tree. This path is far from any well trodden route so I imagine the umbrella must have blown quite a distance to reach its final destination.

We’re just back from our dinner at Vecchia Bologna in Bridge of Allan. It was lovely. I think it drew a line under a rather fraught, but essentially a very successful day.

Fairy Nuff – 7 December 2015

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis is not the fairy at the top of the Christmas tree, that status goes to the old fairy with the silver card wings, the paper underskirt and the gauze dress. She must be over 40 by now, but doesn’t look it, well not to me at least. No, this grumpy wee bear has been gracing our tree every year for about ten years or more and goes under the name of Fairy Nuff. It’s become a bit of a Christmas tradition to give her a chance to be POD, after all, she doesn’t get out much the rest of the year.

Spent an hour or so working on my 2016 calendar. Always an onerous, but also very enjoyable task. Then scrapped my acrylic painting but used the heavy body acrylics to do what they were intended to do, produce heavy impasto. I think it’s a waterfall. Maybe that’s just because there is so much water around just now, it’s certainly an abstract and was definitely a great deal of fun to paint.

Went to the Leisure Centre this afternoon for a swim followed by a shot in the steam room and the sauna. It’s was one of those days we’d talked about when we joined away back in May. A dull day with rain on the wind and nowhere to go. Ideal for a swim and a seat in the warm looking out the world and the mad golfers who were out banging golf balls around a sodden piece of grass. That’s not a game, that’s a form of torture. Not for me.

Nothing much else to say about today other than it was Sacr’s last night as salsa teacher and it was just as enjoyable as the other two. That said, it will be good to get Jamie Gal back next week for the last class of the year.

Here comes the sun – 6 December 2015

combo bToday announced itself with sun coming through the window, no wind and no rain. What a difference from last night.

After tidying up after yesterday and Friday, Scamp settled down to catch up on the TV she’d missed and I pulled on my boots and went out for a walk in this welcome break from the stormy (I’m not going to mention ‘D’ – You know who) weather. Got a walk along the old railway. The Kelvin Burn which becomes the River Kelvin a few miles downstream was very high, as you might imagine after the unremitting deluge of the past week or so. Unlike the last time the burn was high, this time I chose my route with care and avoided wet feet.

At Dumbreck Marshes I managed a pen and ink sketch of a farm a far distance away. While I was attempting to get a record shot of the farm and was watching the light change on it and the field in front, I caught sight of a cock pheasant gliding over the field. I just managed to grab one shot of it and not the best view of the bird either. By the time I reacted it had passed into the area in direct sunlight. Also, as the sun was low, the light was and orange/brown colour and the combination of the two meant the colour was all but drained from the shot. Such a pity.

Walked back to the car, passing a group of ‘real’ walkers, complete with nice clean jackets, rucksacks, walking poles, expensive boots and even gaiters. Oh I wish I was a real walker.

A night with Jools – 5 December 2015

IMG_2970- blog--339Sitting in the Armadillo waiting for Jools Holland. We’ve just seen the intro act, Mark Flanagan playing guitar and singing – and very good he was too.
Amazed at the number of people who wander in late to these events. Maybe we’re out of touch, but it’s really annoying. Quite sad too that there are so many incontinents having to take toilet breaks every 15 minutes. Let’s hope the zimmers are now parked, the crutches stacked and the incontinence pads wrung out and that Jools can continue uninterrupted.

Jools and his orchestra were brilliant.  Just as I expected them to be.  I think Scamp is ready to sign up for tickets for next year’s show DV.  Special guests were KT Tunstall and Ruby Turner.  Both gave of their best and had us dancing in our seats.  Yes, really.  Amazing night.

Got the train back to Glasgow Central without a problem and then walked up Bucky Street, past the rubber men and the lady stilt walkers teetering on their incredibly high heels “How can they walk in those shoes?“.  Both groups struggling against (one last time, surely Storm Desmond)

The drive back along the M80 was interesting with gale force winds and heavy driving rain.  However, we’re home now.  Let’s see what tomorrow brings.  Hopefully this is bye bye Desmond.

Party Planning and Desmond

combo bToday was Scamp’s annual Christmas party when she cooks dinner and entertains her ‘Witches’.  The planning usually starts about a month before the party and so it was this year.  I try to make myself scarse on these days, but today the weather was continuing on its December theme and I stayed home to help with the preparations.  After I’d done all that I was asked to do, I went to the leisure centre for a swim.  Just like the last time, the water in the pool was lovely and warm, the sauna was hot and the steam room was steamy.  Just what you want on a cold, dull, miserable day.  I spent a pleasant hour in the heat, reminiscent of our recent holiday in Tenerife.

After heat of the pool, I took myself off to Fannyside to try for some long exposure shots of the trees blowing in the winds of Storm Desmond.  What on earth gave them the idea of giving our ‘storms’ names?  In global terms they are just a bit of wind, not a real storm like those in the tropics.  What my mum would have called ‘a good drying day for the washing’.  If you’re going to give them names, give them seriously dangerous names.  Not ‘ Desmond’.  With apologies to all the Desmonds out there, it’s not a scary sounding name is it?  Why give it a person’s name?  Give it an animal’s name.  Storm Tiger, Storm Orca or Storm Eagle sound better.  Storm Demond is about as scary as Storm Fluffy Bunny.

Anyway, the light was dropping away at a serious rate by the time I got to Fannyside and the wind was getting up.  Desmond was doing his best to show his bluster which was just what I wanted.  Tried a few shots using slow shutter speed and high aperture, then tried another few with the same camera settings, but took multiple images that I hoped to later combine in Photoshop.  The first shots were the best, the multiple images didn’t quite cut it as far as controlled exposure.  I need more practise in this stuff.

Just now I’m happily sitting in the ‘painting room’ listening to some music and avoiding the hilarity of the ‘witches’ downstairs.  It’s only one day a year after all.

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One step up from Flooers – 3 December 2015

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAFor a change, the day started with dry weather, but was forecast to become a lot less dry later.

I started a new painting using the heavy body acrylic paints I got yesterday. It does look good with lots of impasto. On the subject of impasto, I was amazed the other day when I asked one of the sales assistants in the Art Store in Glasgow if heavy body acrylics would hold an impasto and he asked me what an impasto was! The Art Store used to be THE place for art students to get a part time job as sales assistants. It doesn’t look as if that it the case now. I think they’ve had things too much their own way of late, with the only competition being the rather antiquated Millers (now owned by some equally old-fashioned Embra mob). However, now that the more modern and pro-active CassArt has arrived just down the street, it’s time they sharpened up their attitude.

Met Fred for coffee and a catch-up later, when we came out of the town centre it was raining and seven hours later, it still is 🙁

By two o’ clock the car’s automatic headlights switched on. No good light for photography today, so it had to be a still life for the POD. Just one step up from flooers.

A Day of Two Halves – 2 December 2015

combo-bYet another day that began with that wet stuff falling from the sky, a grey sky.  Scamp wanted to do some shopping in Glasgow and I can always find something to look at or to buy there.  Driving in was as busy as yesterday and I used the same ‘shortcut’.  I also used the same parking ‘secret’.

We agreed to split up and shop separately.  While Scamp was in a shop, I was wading through a torrent from the sky to get to a sweet shop in Argyle Street.  When I got there, the shop was shut.  I said ‘bad words’, but got what I wanted in a nearby ‘American Candy Store’.  Walked back and when I was going up Queen Street I saw a photo I had intended taking yesterday and grabbed it because it was still raining.  I was determined to get at least one in the bag.  After meeting Scamp we went for a coffee in my new favourite place.  If you don’t know, see Monday’s blog.  It passed Scamp’s approval.  On the drive home the sky cleared and the sun shone again.  This is beginning to be a habit from the weather.

In the afternoon after speaking to Hazy on her birthday, I went out for a walk along the Railway Walk.  Weather was beautiful with a sky graded from blue to a sunset orange. Just enough high white clouds to give a bit of texture.  A day of two halves to be sure.  Got a few shots of the trees at the side of the Kelvin Burn with the sun just starting to dip below Bar Hill.

Last night I’d ordered a bottle of Licor 43 from Asda and was informed that it would be ready to collect between 4.00 and 5.00pm today.  Customer serviced didn’t know about it and the man in a van in the middle of the carpark where you collect your click and collect didn’t know about it.  I came home empty handed to find that I hadn’t finalised my order.  How do you do that when you’ve logged in, made your order, chosen your timeslot and found no continue button, no checkout button, no finalise button.  Asda Click & Collect is a shambles.  I don’t think I’ll use it again.  I may never use Asda again.  I’ll just buy the Licor 43 in a shop next time.