Jumping in Hungary
Continuing an occasional series of jumps, here up on the Royal Hill in Buda. For Steblina.
Trip to Middle East and Africa 2005-2006 ... and what happened next
Continuing an occasional series of jumps, here up on the Royal Hill in Buda. For Steblina.
We had a lovely weekend in the beautiful city of Budapest, here with our two Romanian friends who came over to join us and show us around.
Budapest is full of beautiful buildings and this was one of the best - the Four Seasons Fresham Hotel.
Crowds of Bayern Munich supporters crosed the Alps to see their team pitched against Inter Milan in a re-run of last year's champions League final. Neither team have been doing so well in their domestic competitions this year, due to injuries, change of managers (Inter) and the like.
As it happened, Bayern scored a goal in the last minute to take the tie 0-1.
I have a lot of time for street artists like this who have put in tremendous effort and skill to producve a work of art like this, knowing that at any time, such art can be destroyed, painted over or built against. This bird can be seen down one of the side-streets off Brick Lane.
Yes, already, Fred has Half Term, which the Dutch lovingly call the Crocus Holiday and, invariably, just in the days leading up to such a holiday, the crocuses start to flower. Such a beautiful sight when combined with sunshine like we have had these last three days. With the birds singing loudly and the evenings getting noticeably lighter, we seem to be heading for Spring and after a winter which started so early, that is a lovely feeling.
Loving my Macro lens - the Sony SAL-50mm f/2.8 lens, capturing this ladybird just awakening from his winter hibernation.
I posted this today after a week of cloudy weather and, all of a sudden, the sun came out today (gone again now though!)
The same Helleborus niger, now focused on the anthers, I made this my desktop background. Enjoying the macro-view of the world.
Strawberry plant leaves, all nicely coloured, with a layer of rain to make them shiny.
Getting close here and seeing the 'hairs' on the leaves of these tiny woodland plants.
To be honest (I found out later), the purple/blue-ish tinge on this comes not so much from the fact that there was so little light, more from the fact that I had left the 'white balance' mode switched to inside lighting, still worked out quite well.
Here is the set of Somali deinitive stamps from 1961, at the time we were living in Somalia, which I have scanned from my mother's stamp collection. The most often used stamp for us was the 0,50 Somali Shilling (= 50 centisimi) which covered the cost of an airmail latter back to England.
I have always loved these, the beautiful colours, the simple graphic designs, the lovely dresses, the smiles of the women as they harvest their crops, suggesting a land of bounty. There is so much optimism here, in the year after the two Somalilands became independent. It is believed that the stamps were printed in Rome, cannot find who the artist(s) might have been.
I always though this was St Nonna's Church in Alternun, made famous in the book 'Jamaica Inn' - known as the Cathedral of Bodmin Moor, but when I looked it up on the internet, it seems that it is not. Maybe someone else can help me identify it?
I don't know what happened to my 25 year old Minolta 70-300 mm lens which I had been using last year. It just seems to have disappeared. With money burning a hole in my pockets, as they say, I decided to go with a state-of-the-art new (from 2008) 70-300 mm lens from Sony (SAL 70300g). It is a bit of a monster, dwarfing the SLT-A55 camera and it arrived on a beautiful sunny spring-like day, perfect for testing in our local park Frankendael. I had photographed these two on their nest but found them later wandering around one of the ponds. Didn't get too close to them as I wanted to capture this formation, so had this at 300mm. A pity about the reed sticking out to the right, but that is nature, I suppose.
Fred was born at his parent's house in Oude-Schuttingskanaal, just outside the village of Roswinkel, in the north-east of Holland, a few kilometers from the German border. The area was previously a peat bog (veen), which was being cleared during the end of the 19th century and early 20th century. Fred's parents were peat workers who helped digging up the peat. A layer of peat was left on top of the prevailing sand to create perfect soil for growing potatoes and for keeping sheep and cattle. However, it was a bleak landscape, with not too many trees, just straight canals going between the fields for kilometer after kilometer. These photos give a small impression of this bleakness.
During the last ten years or so of their lives, we took Fred's parents for their first holidays outside of Holland, twice to England and twice to Italy, as in here. Geert and Jantje, a lovely but particular couple. Here they are in Siena on a warm summer's day in August for the Palio. Fred has quite a bit of his parents' character in his own, the patience and kind-heartednes from his mother, his friendliness and inquisitiveness from his father, who was a great talker.