My short-term future will involve as much photography as I can throw myself into. I bought a soccer ball and am going to force the household down to the local park tomorrow for a "kickabout". I want to try to take snaps of the fellows of the household playing a merry game. I actually decided which soccer ball to buy based upon how it'd look in action shots. It has a silver shimmer to it if you catch it in the right lighting, and strips of orange on it to contrast against green grass. Well, to be honest, I just like the colour orange too much for my own good.
While I'm so inclined, I think today's a good day to get picatyou back up again. For those who've recently added me as a friend, this is a separate photography journal of mine. I don't feel like throwing pictures erratically through my posts, and I also liked the idea of putting each picture up individually with an accompanying drabble each time. It forces me to work on my writing, and ensures I can be selective on what gets uploaded, giving a varied selection of photographs for the viewer. I remember how it was difficult to appreciate a set of pictures on a very limited connection.
As an aside: do you know what is better - a relatively menacing ghost or an ornate magnifying glass?
What is better?
Beyond that, life's a whole load of whatevers. I need a wireless router so I can put the broadband in a good strong spot for connectivity which doesn't involve a cardboard box in the hallway. I need to find myself a cheap printer so I can print out pictures and designs and put them into badges. I have this badge-maker sitting here, and nothing's happening with it. I also must work out why so many people rave on about Photoshop. I'm the simpleton who gets himself used to a program enough that he can't change the bad habits - pesky Paint Shop Pro.
I finally need to work out if I feel in a bold enough mood to wear the collared Enfield Town Football Club shirt to work, it'd be jumping through a loophole in our store's dress code that demands a collared shirt of some type. I feel that if I'm going to be in the mood for kicking a ball around, I may as well be in the attire for it as well.