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I have been experimenting with cinematic style photography and bokeh, one of those test shots when I went for grocery yesterday - hope you guys like it. Bokeh is fun :)
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Every time I see people queueing outside a restaurant I wonder what is wrong with them. This is one such place, Café Pascal at Norrtullsgatan near Odenplan.
T189 weekly alphabet challenge 2013. Week 33 Q is for Queue, at Eastbourne railway station after the international airshow
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Unilink - 1219 - HF18 FFD
Alexander Dennis Enviro400 MMC in Unilink livery, seen operating out of the University of Southampton's Highfield Interchange.
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Snapshots from an evening exploring the Unilink night services to the University.
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The Big Thunder Railroad train is seen roaring through the queue area.
The names of the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad trains are: U.B. Bold, U.R. Daring, U.R. Courageous, I.M. Brave, I.B. Hearty, and I.M. Fearless.
Small line of customers (presumably anxious investors and savers) outside a branch of Northern Rock Bank - a Mortgage specialist and a top UK mortgage lender - in North Street, Brighton, East Sussex. The business (a former "savings and loan" type Building Society which was demutualised in 1997) has been affected in part by problems in the US "subprime" lending market. Picture taken late on Friday afternoon on 14th September 2007.
This was a very polite english "run on a bank" - the first in 141 years - in (loose) comparison to the Argentine "pots and pans" (cacerolazo) protests. As the British satirist Charlie Brooker blackly remarked (in response to the endless, dull, undramatic television footage of patient queues) - "Oh, for f*cks sake, why won't one of you panic!"
Almost everything, properly understood, is a symbol, and queueing in supermarkets is a symbol of life itself. We choose the course that seems to offer the best hope of rapid advancement. But in life, as in the supermarket, we find that we have got stuck behind the old lady who wants to cash in her coupons, or the person who has picked up a jar of Kenco with no bar code. In life, as in the supermarket, we are tempted to change queues. For a while we seem to be getting along better, but then the till roll runs out. As we stand waiting for it to be changed, we see the opportunistic go-getters watching in case another checkout is opened, rushing over almost before the lady has lowered her bottom onto the stool behind the cash register. They are out into the car park and on their way home ahead of dozens who have waited longer.
We may deplore this, but the lottery element of queueing makes it interesting, as it makes life interesting and exhilerating. I find that I dislike those "common feeder" queues that you get now in banks and post offices. In life their equivalent is the imposition of egalitarian, welfare state, universal suffrage democracy.
Personally I enjoy queuing in supermarkets and ...up to a point... don't mind the wait. It gives you a chance to observe people and see who's about. This is my attitude to life really, and those who rush through it with their eyes fixed ahead miss many of the quiet, contemplative pleasures along the way.