One of the blessings of my current job is the fact that I get to travel to Israel on a somewhat regular basis. The flight time is horrible, and I am there to work, but even so the trip provides me an opportunity to take some absolutely beautiful pictures along the way.
Photography is a hobby I picked up a few years back. I’ve only posted an extremely small number of sample shots I’ve taken over the years, and haven’t taken many pictures over the last few years so haven’t posted any lately. That, dear reader, is about to change. I have ordered a new camera that should arrive next week. I am excited – here is what I ordered:
I am excited, and also a little sad – you see it will arrive over the weekend, but I will be out of the country when it gets here. That means I have to wait until I return home.
I hope to post some new great shots soon, so be on lookout!
So the Olympics started last week. I admit, I normally don’t watch. Each time they happen I tell myself I will, but invariably I forget or am travelling or am washing my hair which is no mean feat when you think about it. After all, I don’t look to be going bald anytime soon, fingers crossed. This year though, oh this year has been a bit different.
“You wear your honor like a suit of armor, Stark. You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move. Look at you now. You know why you summoned me here. You know what you want to ask me to do. You know it has to be done … but it’s not honorable, so the words stick in your throat.”
– Lord Petyr Baelish, Master of Coin, to Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, Hand of the King, and Protector of the Realm, from Game of Thrones by George R R Martin.
Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.
“When you write down your ideas you automatically focus your full attention on them. Few if any of us can write one thought and think another at the same time. Thus a pencil and paper make excellent concentration tools.”
A few weeks ago, I posted about Gray Part I. and had rave reviews. The fact that I haven’t posted about Part II yet has nothing to do with the quality; instead the delay is entirely of my own making. Mr Cadle did not deserve the delay, as this book continued with the high quality of the first part.
Below, you will find my review of Gray Part II, by Lou Cadle. (Spoilers from here on, naturally.)
Me: Aw that poor puppy has to walk
Riley: And we are riding! In the car!
Me: To the vet
“Few and far between are the books you’ll cherish, returning to them time and again, to revisit old friends, relive old happiness, and recapture the magic of that first read.”
The idea of a post-apocalyptic world has been rampant the last few years. Zombies? Check. Being put into an arena to kill others your age? Check. The apocalypse is fashionable these days. Enter Gray: Part I by Loud Cadle. The first of a trilogy, this book has what others lack: reality.
Details below (spoiler alert, of course).