15mm on Voightlander Bessa-L.

Hey, Grandma Moses started late!

Cours Saleya, old town, Nice

Sailing school, Bai des Anges, Nice

Filming in the land of Liberté, etc., Nice

Windy day, "Hat Stealer" point, Nice

Old town, Nice

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - that I moved to Nice.

Stitching photos with CS3 is worth the price of the package. A big improvement from CS2.

along with 2 or three others west on K St. These were here in 1963 when I arrived in Washington.

Hey, Grandma Moses started late!

Funny! In the "King of Spain" pub on the main plaza

Fantastic building near the Museum of Music

Coats of Arms in a Gothic church

At Delirium, the pub with the most beers in the world at 2,002 (or so says Guiness) -- they look like kids because they are; drinking age is 16

The subway in Brussels -- we had to cross the tracks to get to the connecting train!

The lookout?

Upon arriving in the main tunnel of the cave, our guide explains stuff on a bridge:

A couple of stalagmites and columns:

Variety in dropstones -
A: a stalagmite officially called Alabaster (but named Santa Claus by children) next to a stalactite named Squid;
B: a stalagmite still dead from torch soot in pre-electric days, and another that "resurrected" since;
C: this happens when the dripping is too fast and powerful: the "stalagmite" looks like a crater

Reddish long-dead old stalagmite in front of another, at a curve (walkway bottom left):

The walkway:

A colleague at work:

(I have a lot more, including a formation fittingly called Derailed Steam Loco, but I fear you get bored.)

I'm pretty proud of having made these, with exposure times up to two seconds, without a tripod.

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}

This run-down graffiti-covered train took me until Aszód, where sunrise found me:

After an exhausting bicycle ride and some mountain climbing, setting sights on the cave entrance:

Next morning, a visit to Turňa nad Bodvou (Hungarian: Torna), a long ago county seat, with a castle destroyed more than 230 years ago by a Habsburg general after an uprising. View South from the castle towards the now transparent border (along the crest of the mountain on the right):

View from the castle into the mountains to the Northwest:

Down the original castle road (with the cartwheel depressions below the grass!) while darker clouds begin to pass above:

Using the tele: freight train towards a mine, the road behind it is visible until the white dot of the now abandoned border post:

Blue skies again on station Turňa, where Slovakian State Railways 813 006, a twinned railbus, makes a stop:

736 003 arrives with yet another empty train for the mine:

The border-crossing section still out of service, I had to reach a train on the other side. Just made it, waving to the conductor from the bike while nearing the station at express speed...

This IC train is about to take me from Miskolc to Budapest - series BVmot electric multiple unit (allowed to go 160 km/h, but line speed is rarely above 100 km/h on this route...):


_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}

In the end, after playing with bodies and lenses until the shop assistant's eyes glazed over, I settled on the Canon 40D.

It would be entirely accurate to say that, at this point, it's rather more camera than I know how to handle.

But I've had some fun this afternoon finding that out.  :)

Very first picture with my new Canon A720IS, right out of the box, auto everything.  I was actually more interested in whether the usb download would work or not.

The blurker formerly known as ignorant bystander.

It worked, or it seemed to -- he wound it and pushed the shutter button and I could hear the action.... it sounded great!

I didn't buy it because of the swastika on the top of the body, which I later learned was just part of the patent mark of the day....

And I also read up on Leitz and he was, as far as I can tell, a mensch.

What changes in medication do the panel recommend for my fellow guests at the hotel in Malta?

You can't be me, I'm taken