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The man behind the fest when he still had dreads...
Scan off contact sheet. Portrait from Pointless Fest 2004 in Philly.
Taking this photo had no purpose other than to see how much I could crop it, before it pixelated. I often use a Sigma 17-70mm lens on a Canon 60D. Although somewhat heavy at that, it seems to be a reasonably compatible combination. I have some other lenses, but have to say that I do like Sigma lenses and seem to default back to this one as a general carry around lens.
David's Pointless Minute for June 25th
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Seemed like a great thing at first - a solar-powered table lamp. If the solar panel on the base is exposed to a bright light, like the sun, the lamp lights up. Yeah! But it doesn't seem to have the ability to store that power for later, so it only works in bright light. So . . . er. . . why would you need a bright table lamp if there's already a bright light, like the sun?
Tenuous link: point --> pointless
I guess it depends on whether the comment is on the door entry system or the occupants. Made in London after eating fish and chips (and drining a few pints) with the marvellous Victor Senkov.
Olympus OM2N, Zuiko 50mm f1.8 and Kodak Portra 400.
Welsh flag on a pointless wall
I built the drystone wall on a boulder. The flag was added in Photoshop from a digital image just to see if I could!
...except for planning where to go in (sometime 2021) or beyond. If they are still in business that is.
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the spirit week pep rally was awesome!
juniors placed in third. don't know how that happened. :(
i took the SAT's this morning and i survived!
i skipped a lot of algebra questions though. that subject is written in another language...
#147: i am unbelievably picky about my bangs. if they don't fall into place the way i like them to, i refuse to leave my house. i especially dislike when there is a huge gap...
Strangers. Caught unawares doing, er, absolutely nothing. In a fairly uninteresting setting. Under harsh light.
God, I love photography...
This is a photogram (something else I learned about in my otherwise utterly pointless photography class). It's made by simply placing objects on a piece of photographic paper and exposing the paper to light, then simply developing the paper. This turned a few heads when I showed it in class because no one could guess how I actually made it, the reason being: shadows on photographic paper appear white when developed, so how could I have made my hand black? And then people looked at the 'cracks' on the hand, and were further perplexed.
It was simple, really, I made one photogram of my hand, developed it, cut out my hand, put the outline (notice the edges) and a piece of overhead transparency (with 'cracks' drawn on it) over another sheet of photo paper and exposed and developed again.
This dramatic, pointless and somewhat crumbly tower was built by the over-romantically minded 9th Earl of Kinnoul about 330 years ago. It attempts to imitate the famous picturesque clifftop castles which graciously adorn the gorgeous Rhine valley so picturesquely, graciously....and er...famously.
When pressed, the earl admitted that yes, Scotland might have fewer picturesque vineyards and that yes, maybe they do have much better weather and rather more impressive scenery over there in Germany (and their towers are not so crumbly) but he always proudly claimed that his own edifice could look 'just the thing' from a reasonable distance....if you squinted a bit.....and tried to ignore the ever present Scottish rain and the skirl of bagpipes.
But the earl was not the only notable person of note to have left a notable note in the notes of history of the area.
A quite possibly unreliable local legend has it that around the 5th Century, there was a mighty, fearsome and terrible dragon living in a cave below this same clifftop. It frequently lunched on cows from the surrounding fields and sometimes flew off with unsuspecting people from the streets of nearby Perth - mostly beautiful young ladies, for some reason (naughty thing!).
When there were hardly any cows left (and very few beautiful young ladies) a normally placid and timid bloke - St Serf from Dunning - somehow managed to whack the mighty dragon on the head with quite a big wooden stick. He must have hit it really pretty hard because to everyone's surprise and to the dragon's great (but very brief) disappointment, this single blow killed it. Don't mess with a Scotsman with a big stick!
A very happy and extremely relieved St Serf spake no post-battle speech nor offered up any thankful prayer but instead lurched off to do some urgent laundry immediately after his remarkable encounter with the poor beast. (Serfs him right!)
Thereafter, each year, in celebration of this unlikely event, a colourful and rustic local gathering called the 'Kinnoul Festival of the Dragon' took place nearby where everyone let their hair down a bit and generally had a good time (very possibly including the few remaining beautiful young ladies)..
This was all fine and probably quite good fun until times changed and some uptight 16th century kill-joys in Edinburgh passed laws against anyone enjoying themselves very much. There are actual records of people getting fined for taking part in the festival as late as 1580 (this is true!).
Nowadays, sadly, the festival no longer takes place at all but at least you can have a very nice walk around there with very little chance of being bitten by a dragon.
To be more accurate, for a very very long time, no-one has ever actually reported to the appropriate authorities that they have in fact just been eaten by a dragon. (This is also true).
And nowadays in modern Scotland, having fun (as long as it's not too much fun) is once more allowed again if you don't mind the rain. Or the bagpipes. ;-)
Pointless taking this photo of a view with Spencer getting in the way. Alphabet challenge of 2015, P for Pointless.