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Category archive: Photography
In October, I posted this, provoked by seeing a drone in a London shop window. I said stuff like this:
Something tells me that this gadget is going to generate some contentious news stories about nightmare neighbours, privacy violations, and who knows what other fights and furores.
What might the paps do with such toys? And how soon before two of these things crash into each other?
I should also then have read and linked to this piece, published by Wired in February. Oh well. I’m linking to it now.
Sooner or later there will inevitably be a case when the privacy of a celebrity is invaded, a drone crashes and kills someone, or a householder takes the law into their own hands and shoots a drone down.
Quite aside from privacy issues, what sort of noise do these things make? That alone could be really annoying. (Although that link is also very good as a discussion of privacy issues. Noise is only the start of their discussion.)
My guess? These things will catch on, but at first only for niche markets, like photoing sports events, or, in general, photoing inside large privately owned places where the owner can make his own rules and others then just have to take them or leave them. Pop concerts. If they’re not too noisy, they might be good for that.
This is always how new technology first arrives. Ever since personal computers the assumption has tended to be that the latest gizmo will immediately go personal, so to speak. (Consider 3D printing.) But actually, personal use is, at any rate to begin with, rather a problem. At first, the new gizmo finds little niche markets. Only later, if at all, do things get personal.
Which is why, I think, the first two sightings I have made of photo drones have each been in shop windows, the first in the window of Maplins in the Strand (see the link above), and the most recent, shown below, in the window of Maplins in Tottenham Court Road:
And a creepy Christmas to you. I guess this is the gadget of choice of “Secret Santa”.
Which reminds me. Now is the time I start taking photos of signs saying “Merry Christmas” to stick up here instead of sending out Christmas cards. Will I find a weirder “Merry Christmas” than that? Quite possibly not.
I am looking forward to photoing one of these things out in the wild.
Like half of London, it would seem, I’ve been suffering with a cough and a cold and a headache, finding it hard to sleep. For some reason it all gets worse at night, especially the headache. Why?
So a couple of incoming emails from Simon Gibbs, concerning some of the pictures I took at that Cost of Living Debate which he organised last October, really cheered me up.
The first email said that one of the pictures I had taken, of one of the speakers, had enabled Simon to flag up, on YouTube, that speaker’s videoed performance, more attractively than might otherwise have been possible. A photo was attached…:
... which Simon described thus:
One of your digital photos on my TV, via the Virgin Media YouTube app.
Then, very soon after that email, another one, longer:
I managed to make some more appear.
The video quality is okay, but the camera was pointing statically at the whole panel. You zoomed in on individual speakers while in action (or at rest), then I was able to crop and add titles and the resulting thumbnail is better than any individual frame of the video.
Here “better” means “better able to encourage someone to click from a list of videos through to the video itself”, meaning they will stand out from the crowd.
And another picture was attached:
I am delighted that my photoing obsession has assisted Simon in his much more strenuous activities. And I got in for free.
Which reminds me that I should long ago have done my own selection of snaps from that evening, and stuck them up here. I may yet do this, and maybe quite soon.
I have had a Samizdata postings slump recently. I haven’t done many such postings lately, and very lately none at all. This is something that I have kept meaning to correct, for something like the last fortnight, but each day I think, well, another day won’t hurt, not that much. Each passing day adds the same small amount of silence to the silence total, but a diminishing percentage of silence to the silence total. Thus, each day of silence feels that tiny bit less culpable than the one before.
But today I snapped out of it, with a posting about photography. Not fun photography, of the sort I mostly do. Photography in and around Israel, photography that tells important lies about Israel.
Here is the picture at the top of the article I linked to:
And see also: this Samizdata posting of mine from way back, which includes a recollection about an anti-Enoch-Powell demo organised by a Daily Telegraph photographer.
Yesterday, encouraged by the weather forecast (which predicted a window of weather excellence in the midst of the otherwise dark and dreary weather that had been prevailing until yesterday and that has resumed today), I went out photo-walking. The mission was to check out that viewing platform at the top of Tower Bridge. How does that look from below? I will tell you all about that later, maybe. (I promise nothing.)
Within seconds of stepping outside my front door, I knew that this was going to be a very good day for photoing, because of the light. Photography is light. I like lots of it, but I don’t like it to be too bright, and I don’t like it all going in the same direction. Yesterday was such a day.
If you are a Real Photographer, and if the sort of light that is readily available is not what you would like it to be, then you contrive what you do like, or you fake it - with clever filters, Photoshop, blah blah - processes that you know all about. I am not a Real Photographer.
On the right there is one of the very first shots I took, a shadow selfie, which included a lady walking past me in the opposite direction. It’s not really proper to stick photos of strangers up on your blog - photos of strangers complete with their faces, photos of the strangers complete with their faces who are doing nothing to draw attention to themselves - no matter how obscure your blog may be. But, photoing their shadows and sticking that up is definitely okay.
And here are two more pictures I took early on in my perambulations, just after I had emerged from Tower Hill tube station. I start with them simply because they are vertical rather than my usual horizontal, and hence it makes sense to display them next to each other:
Here is a report from when that statue was unveiled, in 2006. It is not the war memorial that it resembles, more like a peace memorial, for people killed while doing building work. Good. This is the least that such unlucky persons deserve.
As for the Shard, it was looking particularly beautiful yesterday, like a ghost of its regular self. It was all to do with that light.
The Thing in front of the Shard is the highest of the four towers of The Tower of London. The Tower of London is an odd way to describe it, what with their being so many towers plural involved. I’m guessing they built one big Thing, called it the Tower of London, and by the time they added all those little towers, the name had stuck.
However, after reading this, which says things like this, ...:
It is not clear exactly when work started on the Conqueror’s White Tower or precisely when it was finished but the first phase of building work was certainly underway in the 1070s.
Nothing quite like it had ever been seen in England before. The building was immense, at 36m x 32.5m (118 x 106ft) across, and on the south side where the ground is lowest, 27.5m (90ft) tall. The Tower dominated the skyline for miles around.
… I would like to revise my guess. It would seem that the four little towers on the top were there from the start, and that to start with it wasn’t the Tower of London at all. So, what I want to guess instead is that now that the Tower of London is surrounded by London as we now know it, what we tend mostly to see of it is the four towers at the top. But, for many centuries, the Tower of London was indeed seen by all those within sight of it as the one Big Thing (which merely happened to have a few spikes on the top), London’s first Big Thing, and for many decades, its only Big Thing.
A new student accommodation building is currently being erected on the far side of Westminster Bridge from me, i.e. next to the equally rotund hotel in the middle of the roundabout there.
There is a rule in architecture (which I just made up), which says that if you build a very big and very boring lump, but put another very big and very boring lump of the same shape next to it, the result can be quite pleasing. Think Twin Towers. They seem to be following this rule here.
I have been photoing the erection of this erection ever since erection began. Here are two of my latest snaps of it, taken last Friday. The picture on the right was taken from right next to the little roadside sign that you see on the bottom right of the picture on the left.
It’s hard not to interpret that two dimensional picture as three dimensional, I think you will agree. After all, the real building above the sign is also only a picture, in my pictures, and that looks suitably three dimensional, even though, in my pictures, it is actually every bit as flat as that sign is.
Subtitle for the photo above left: This is not a building. Subtitle for the photo above right: These are not buildings.
The other day, I forget which one, I worked something out that had been confusing me. Why, given all the fun I get out of photography and given all the time I spend doing it and thinking about it, have I not immersed myself in all the technicalities of photography? Why is it that the only setting on my camera that I regularly use is the one called “Automatic”? Why am I no nearer to understanding manual focussing than I was a decade ago?
The answer is that it is the point-and-shoot sort of photography that strikes me as the most interesting sort of photography now happening. Not in art galleries where the latest black-and-white photos of plague victims or under-age African soldiers are on display, in photos that cost more to buy than paintings and took more trouble to produce. That is all so twentieth century, and even, actually, nineteenth century. What counts now, for me, are the photos you can take with your mobile phone camera, or with the jumped-up mobile phone camera that I use, and the sort of photos that regular people are now able to take, of regular stuff rather than of foreign catastrophes that someone will pay them to take art-gallery standard photos of.
In short, I take point-and-shoot pictures because I like to be part of history, and this is where the history of photography now is. (If you disagree, realise that what you are reading is not an argument. It is a description of a feeling.)
What I have is called a “bridge” camera, but all that this means is that it is a bog-standard point-and-shoot camera that takes somewhat better photos when you go click, and which has a twiddly screen, and a lens that can go from close-up to mega-zoom without any faffing about with multiple lenses. I have the best cheap camera that I can get, rather than the cheapest proper camera. Oh, you can set my camera on manual and go all Real Photographer with it. But if you want to do that, you should have a proper Real Photographer camera, not a bridge camera, and you should have a rucksack full of lenses, each perfect for each oh-so-carefully-taken shot. What “bridge” means is the best camera you can have without having to give any thought to “photography”. Instead, you just think about the picture. More precisely, you think about what you see and which of the things that you see are the most interesting, and why.
My camera is not really any sort of “bridge”. Bridge suggests that I am going somewhere with it, somewhere different, as in different from the technical point of view. But I’m not. Technically, I am staying right where I am. If I am getting better at photography, it is because I am getting better at choosing what to point my camera at.
A bridge camera is rather like “crossover” music in that respect. Crossover music is not for people who are actually doing any crossing over, from one sort of music to any other sort of music. Crossover music is its own sort of music. The people who like crossover music (and there’s nothing wrong with that) are people who like crossover music and who will continue to listen to crossover music, with no actual crossing over from any other sort of music to any other sort of music happening at all.
No links, because I thought of this all by myself.
It’s one thing to see a photo-drone reviewed in DPReview, and costing the best part of a thousand quid. It’s quite another to see one in the flesh, in a London shop window, on sale for less than four hundred:
Photoed by me through the window of Maplin’s in the Strand, late this afternoon.
Here are the details of this gizmo, at the Maplin’s website.
Okay, that must be a very cheap camera, but even so, this feels to me like a breakthrough moment for this technology, if not exactly now, then Real Soon Now. Note that you can store the output in real time, on your mobile phone. Something tells me that this gadget is going to generate some contentious news stories about nightmare neighbours, privacy violations, and who knows what other fights and furores.
What might the paps do with such toys? And how soon before two of these things crash into each other?
A few days ago, my beloved Panasonic Lumix FZ150 started misbehaving. An immobile black blob, the same blob every time, started inserting itself into all the pictures. Disaster. I shook the camera to see if it might be a superficial problem like a bit of gunk which further shaking might move to a harmless spot, but the black blob never moved, not by one pixel. I am sure this could be mended, but I didn’t have time for that, because last night I was about to attend that Libertarian Home cost of living debate, for free, on the clear understanding that I would take lots of photos.
Besides which, I hate not having a camera on me at all times. Who knows what unimortalisable dramas I might have to endure while being bereft of the ability to photograph them?
So, I immediately went out and bought another camera, from a shop. I chose the FZ150’s smarter younger brother, the Panasonic Lumix FZ200. This camera was a bit costly, yes, but, having been around for a while, not as costly as it might have been. And, it works better than the FZ150 in low light, or so everyone who cares has been saying. At indoor meetings, for instance.
I had hoped that the FZ200, being so very similar to and merely a bit better than the FZ150, would use an identical battery, which would mean that I would then have two spare batteries for the FZ200, in addition to the one it came with, on account of me having bought a spare for the FZ150 when I bought that. Alas, not. The FZ200 has its own somewhat different battery, and that meant I needed yet another spare battery. Now that SD card space is infinite, it is batteries that are now liable to run out, what with all the snaps you can now put on your infinite SD card. One battery, for a big event or expedition, is not now enough.
So, I ordered an FZ200 battery via Amazon, and paid extra for it to arrive yesterday, instead of just whenever.
And it did arrive yesterday. Once again, just as happened with that book that reached me the day before yesterday, the fundamentally important thing got done. I wanted the book and I got it. I wanted a new back-up battery, pronto, and I got it. Good.
An email arrived first thing yesterday morning, saying that the battery would arrive between 11.54 and 12.54, and that I should be in at that time, to sign for the package when I received it. Excellent. This email was identical in format to the ones telling me about how Macmillan Distribution (MDL) would be delivering the book that they had been promising, but I recognised the email about the battery as genuine, because it had lots of Amazon verbiage at the top of a sort that always signifies genuine Amazon business. Again, good. I was all set to write an admiring blog posting about this latest delivery service, the one that delivered the battery, an enterprise called DPD.
Saying when a delivery will be made, to the nearest hour, is a huge step forward, when the receiver is householder in a household rather than an office worker in an office. An office can have someone present throughout any given day, to receive incoming items and generally communicate with the outside world on behalf of all workers based there, present or absent. But the idea that a householder should be expected to wait around all day just to sign for one incoming delivery is, frankly, contemptible. As soon as a delivery person knows approximately when he’ll be arriving, and the chances are he will know this first thing in the morning, that information should be communicated to the householder. This used not to happen, but with these two delivery enterprises, it did. As I say, this is a big step in the right direction.
In both of these cases I did get this message. The book was promised between 8.30 and 9.30, and it arrived then, by which time I just about believed that the book emails were genuine. This battery was promised between 11.54 and 12.54, and it arrived then, just as I expected it to.
But all this fuss and palaver about timing becomes rather superfluous if all that the delivery person actually does when he arrives is leave the thing, unsigned for, in whatever place near to the householder he considers sufficiently near. The whole point, as insisted upon in both emails about this, of stating a specified time of arrival, is to make sure that I, the householder, was present in person, to sign for the thing. But in neither of these two cases was my presence, as it turned out, actually required. My buzzer, the one outside the front door of all the flats where my flat is, is working fine. I checked, using a visiting friend to hear it when I myself went downstairs and buzzed. Yet neither of these two delivery persons deigned to use this buzzer. They knew the number. The book deliverer even found his way right to my own personal door. But, no buzzing.
Let me spell it out. Both delivery companies told me I had to be there during the hours they each specified. Failure by me to sign would mean no delivery and further palaver while re-delivery was negotiated. These proclamations may have been offered in good faith, but they were false. I did not have to be there.
I got what I wanted. But if the original supplier wanted proof that I had received the items in the form of my signature, then DPD and MDL, in the form of the two delivery persons, would be unable to supply this proof without faking it. Were my signatures forged on little electronic devices, I wonder?
In the case of the DPD person, the person who did not even try to get my signature had, according to the DPD email, a name: “Mark”. I had been anticipating something better from “Mark”. Sadly, not.
The basic problem here, I think, is that the service supply chain is too long and is out of control. Suppliers of products promise in all sincerity that products will be delivered in exactly the manner they promise. But the person they are depending on to keep that promise doesn’t care about that promise, or not about all of it. He knows that, so long as the punter gets his hands on his precious thing, then whether any signing happens is, as far as the punter is concerned, a secondary matter. Being commanded to be somewhere you didn’t actually need to be is annoying, yes, and this is what happened to me, twice. But not getting the thing is something else again. Had one of these items (especially the battery) not arrived when stated, then you can be sure that I would have been complaining. But complaining as in trying to get my hands on the damn battery, not complaining as in just marking the whole scenario out of ten, after my basic problem (getting the battery) had been entirely solved.
By the way, when I enabled the graphic decoration of one of the Macmillan Deliveries (MDL) emails, the email then proceeded show me a picture of a DPD van. Either Macmillan are all mixed up with DPD, or else Macmillan stole the DPD email and neglected to expunge DPD from it. Or something. I really do not care.
But that’s typical. Who the hell was I dealing with here? Who, in the event that either of these items had not turned up at all, would I have had to direct my seriously angry complaints? As opposed to these mere grumbles about a basically satisfactory state of affairs, underneath all the crap.
When you have a major complaint to aim at one of these complicated supply chains, then you could well be screwed. It may take you many hours or even days to find out even who to complain to, let alone how to gouge satisfaction out of them. (Although, to be fair to Amazon, they take responsibility for everything that they do or that anyone unleashed via them does, for and to you, which is all part of why I bought that battery through Amazon rather than by some other cheaper but less dependable means. (The previous sentence is a short explanation of why Amazon now rules the world.))
But (and to get back to my point before all the brackets), when it comes to lesser complaints, complaints about blemishes on a system that basically works pretty well, well, this is why blogs were invented. With a blog posting, you can slag off the entire universe. You don’t have to be bothered with which exact bit of the universe it was that did you wrong. You can just tell your story. Then, instead of you begging the universe to correct things, the universe, if any of it cares, has to convince you that there was no problem and to convince you to stop saying it.
In case you are wondering why I have gone on at such length about a basically rather minor problem, the answer is that I am optimistic about problems like this actually being solved. A business often does a basically good thing, but rather crappily, while they struggle to get it totally organised and running totally smoothly. People buy whatever it is, but sneer at the crap, because it is crappy and because they can. The businesses then hears all the sneering and gets it sorted and gets even better. Compare and contrast: the government.
This is a point I have made here before. Follow that link, as you now don’t need to, and you will read me deriding a plan to refer to a Big London Thing as the “Safesforce Tower”. Salesforce is a perfectly decent business, which does whatever it does. But it had a silly plan to change the name of a Big London Thing from something sensible to something very stupid. And guess what, what with all the complaints about this plan from me and from multitudes of others, that ridiculous circumstance has now been corrected. Not in the way I would have liked. Salesforce has still not been shamed into civility. But nearby politicians have forced civility down Salesforce’s throat. And the Heron Tower will not now be officially called the “Salesforce Tower”.
Although, London being London, this tower might now actually be called the Salesforce Tower, unofficially, in perpetuity, as a joke, given that no other joke name now obviously suggests itself for this rather ungainly erection.
By the way, it turned out that one battery sufficed for last night’s meeting. But, I did not know that this would be the case beforehand, and had I only had one battery I would not have felt free to take as many photographs as I did feel free to take. With public meetings, it’s a numbers game. The light is bad and people are constantly moving about, so half your pictures will be rubbish right off, if only because someone was blinking at the time. The trick is for the other half of your pictures still to be a large enough collection for you to be able to pick out a few truly good ones. So, the spare battery was useful, even if I didn’t make any actual physical use of it.
I realise that very few readers indeed will have read right to the end of this ridiculously long-winded and repetitious posting. But, having written it and having posted it, I feel better.
Another facade being carefully preserved
Not about cats
Bright buildings in front of dark sky
Parisian roof clutter gets the Real Photographer treatment
A swimming pool in a skyscraper
My favourite Tour de France in London photo
More Big Things from the Oval
Big Things from high up at the Oval
Big Things in the sunset
Cashing a cheque by photoing it
Why aren’t people happier about amazing new stuff?
GARBAGE SHED AND JUMP INTO THE SEA IS PROHIBITED
I need a new passport but just now passports are a problem
Another London vista
Tower Bridge before it got covered in stone
A Real Photographer does a shadow selfie
Homer Simpson on Thames
Pictures of soon-to-be-built London Big Things
Jiaozhou Bay Bridge (aka Spaghetti Junction on Sea)
Mark Littlewood photoed by me and by this other guy
Spot the owl
Lego bridge in Germany
Green screen blue screen
A selfie taken in 1955 - another taken in 2014 - another being taken in 2014
A Bitcoin vending machine and a Lego photographer (and a Lego Hawking)
Vladivostock from above
Temporary art made of brightly dressed people
London’s Big Things from Alexandra Palace
6k quota photo of sea
Photoing the A380 from above – from the ground
Please help me buy a new computer screen
Sandcastles that will live for ever
The Tate Modern extension nears completion
The text of my talk for Christian Michel last night
Making sense of digital photography
Digital photography as telepathy
Nowadays a picture is no longer worth a thousand words
I’m not the only one who suffers from rightward lean
Michael Jennings photoes Cape Bojador
The Kelpies of Falkirk
Polish girls in Moscow doing a selfie
Sidwell (and me) on selfies
Michael Jennings photos the bridges of Porto
Crows nest made of coat hangers
A photo of a photograph
Relocating the Porto bridge
Rob Fisher on old things not looking old
Wedding photography - old and new
Hampers can be annoying
A Strutton Ground shop and a Strutton Ground pub
The Heron Tower restaurant
Two favourite photos from September 5th
Morgan – Abbey reflected in Morgan – Abbey reflected in other cars
Huge semi-submersible ships
Edwin is a bad person
Photoing each other - and photoing stuff in the canal
Baltimore: cranes - a bridge - scaffolding
London Gateway from above
Bridges for animals
A fake feline photo and a faltering feline enumerator
Wedding photography (7): Evening
I love it that the parents are called Susan and Freddie
There are cranes and there are cranes
Spot the Samsung connection
Wedding photography (6): The Wedding and the Reception
Wedding photography (5): Photography!
Pictures from Georgia and Warsaw
Bookshops as Amazon showrooms
Wedding photography (3): Technology as sculpture
Google Nexus 4 photos
A Fleet Street lunch
So painters also used to “take” pictures
Hong Kong housing that looks like abstract art
Art without Artists
Panoramic view of London from the top of the BT Tower
Alastair James on Blythe Hill Fields and smartphones
Michael Jennings - pictures of globalisation
Photoing people who are photoing food
Doing libertarian business at the Libertarian Home social
Talking architecture at the Libertarian Home social
New crane up
Is Samizdata in danger of becoming a photo-blog?
Christmas Eve feast
Multilingual botanical gardens in Cyprus
An earlier tablet photographer
Michael Jennings on why iPad photoing is not ridiculous
Here are (a lot) more photos that I took on March 27th
A memorable scoreboard surrounded by empty seats
“I just came across this fascinating photo …”
Usain Bolt takes photos of photographers!
Another excellent spot to photo London from
Dream and reality in Mumbai
What’s up with that?
This is transport
Viaduct from above
University of California chickens coming home to roost?
Today I’m in a “How very odd!” mood
Street social services management integrated command sub-centres
Ancient and modern (but mostly ancient) cars in Regent Street yesterday
Or maybe this will be my final camera
Another reason to like Colorado
I think I may have found my final camera
Quimper cat on Harley-Davidson
Choosing a Clean Food Outlet in Lawas is as easy as ABC
Health and safety on a mountain in Borneo
Five pictures of me
Lion steals camera
A photo taken of a taken photo of the photo being taken
Signs from the Frenchosphere
BrianMicklethwaitDotCom not threatened by the end of the Big Thing Boom
Another Assembly of Men
Shostakovich with cat
Gormley’s South Bank Men
Kyrgyzstan cemetery and awesome frogs
Mmmmm … scaffolding!
Quota photo by someone else
Raptor not being very stealthy
Sportsmanship by us – bullying by them
Stunning aerial photo of Shanghai
Giant bull held up by scaffolding
On pictures that don’t get any bigger when clicked and on the power of the tangential
Wagga Wagga has been flooded by the Murrumbidgee River
Shard in the clouds
From pop to purrfume
Digger and chain
The Brusio spiral viaduct also looks like a toy train layout
Another ephemeron for David Thompson?
Arecibo Radio Telescope
Superb Shard pictures
Those cameras are getting cheaper
“There is electricity and water, but there’s no phone line …”
Wedding photography blogging
Mmmmmm … Asian skyscrapers!
Abandoned Bangkok tower
The curse of interchangeable lenses and how I want my category killer
Rockets are a great improvement on balloons
Beyond the Dome with Goddaughter One
More bridge magic
Advertising aimed entirely at me
Mmmmm … bookshelves!
Tiny Cardboard Box People Appear All Over Singapore
Big Singapore Thing
Bay Bridge plus a new bridge next to it
Farnborough (3): On the photographic appeal of the Red Arrows
Lynxes and an A380
Another world cup photo of photographers
Photoing the World Cup
Pink railway clutter
I do love a steam train on a viaduct
Everyone who shows this picture needs to add that it is not Photoshopped
Soviet space leftovers
One man’s intellectual theft is another man’s marketing
Alex Singleton on Photoshop CS5
The bottom half of the Tokyo Sky Tree
Car in in front of sloping houses
The US Navy photos itself
Airplanes converted into architecture
Goddaughter One is now a photoblogger
Unphotographable sign threatening to photo us
“I can’t respond to any e-mails today …”
A horizon(tal) sunset slice
Separating the men from the toys - the future of warfare and of sport?
I never knew Marmite came in tanker lorries
Me taking pictures in a funny way while it’s still allowed
Nasa and Gordon Brown both have their uses
Chained cat in Vietnam
SAY NO TO GOVERNMENT MOTORS
The right to photograph
Awesome shot of Dubai
Reds against Blues in Munich
Two New York stadiums temporarily next to each other
Abstract satellite expressionism
Hasselblad hit by custom-built headquarters disease!
Free Skullcandy on a bus in snowy Edinburgh
Burj Dubai looking semi-sane
Three airplane photos
London cricket roof clutter
Giant Bean covered in mirror
Short posting (with short photo) about SpaceShipTwo
Picture of an aftershock of the credit crunch rippling around the world
Strange purple cat with four eyes
Gaddafi looking rather like Alan Rickman
Am I interested in dredgers?
Luxembourg church in hill and Luxembourg footbridge
Wuhan railway station under construction - with sunset behind
David Farrer photos
Shadows on rings
Of lists and distant totally photorealistic skyscrapers
A little archaeology
Green eyed monster devouring cat food
Great photo of David Blunkett
Back lit by the sun
Snapping the police
Small photos that look like something else
Photographers in bother
What The State looks like
Edinburgh’s skyline doesn’t suck
Bloke in posh suit holding Real Photographer camera like it’s a Billion Monkey camera!
The latest Canon DSLR comes without a twiddly screen
Billion Monkeys in New York and London!
Globalisation Guido – and other Bright Young Things
There weren’t a billion of them then
Instapundit turns into Idiot Toys
Signs of the times in Belfast
Another view over London
Unamazing photo of amazing road
Photoing the Police
Parliament photoed by a bus!
Flat train picture and regular train picture
Sailing photos – and another bridge for the collection
Billion Monkeys liked photoing the nastiest poster!
Star Wars mosque and rockets mosque
Seto Ohashi Bridge
Making the new look and feel like the old
My parents and my uncle and two aunts
Colonial Governor’s Mansion dwarfed by modernity
The exact same photos I would have taken
Sheep under wolf’s clothing
New addition to blogroll
Redirect to a piece on Samizdata about a camera
Brisbane church dwarfed by modernity and this posting behaving very strangely
This and that on the Graham Norton Show
Wingtipping a V1
A thin bridge in Wales
Edinburgh’s Billion Monkeys must be chivalrous!
Wonderwoman picked by Unsuperman
Another great viaduct
London after dark from above
Craziness done with austerity
Towers above the Dubai fog
Heroic Billion Monkey falsely arrested by cop whom he photoed breaking law to get to chip shop!
More at Jonathan Gewirtz
What a lot of circles
Portable copiers and copying jokes
Billion Monkeys close up and London from far above!
To Greenwich by train and back by bus
Modern above ancient
More Beijing smog-blogging
Star and stripe
The new Lowe look
Bird’s Nest in smog
Tea with CDs
I’d be cheering
The original Burtynsky Nanpu bridge picture
Edward Burtynsky photos the towers of Shanghai
Photos are better
A sculptural suggestion
Fred joins in with the pilates demonstration
Flat Red Arrows
San Francisco from Sausalito
Self-guided photo-tour of the streets of San Francisco
Slow day here
Outstanding and numerous aerial photos of St Petersburg
Billion Monkey Alan Little?
Celebrating a victory
The Gatwick Beehive
Signs of civilisation
The moving bridges of Chicago
I love the internet
David Farrer in the Jedburgh mist
Making the Mississippi Delta make more land
Picture of Taipei 101 that came with Jesus
Flat horse pictures
Dot matrix printing in the sky
Flat viaduct and spiral bridge
Photo that hits the mark
More horizontal thinness
Thin picture redirection
Go to America and get a Dell Laptop
Not obviously but maybe …
Guess the city (2)
Guess the city
Thin camera picture
Spherical trouser sculpture
Billion Monkey murderers!?!
Michael Jennings photos Disney Hall
Billion Monkey madness and a proper picture
Billion Monkeys on Table Mountain!
Pictures of the year
Bristol footbridge photo
A Real Photographer comments
It’ll never catch on
Great but not great
Billion Monkeys and a Real Photographer at the Golden Umbrellas
Photography is not dead
Millau Viaduct with goats
More St Pancras snaps
Billion Monkey lady does … “Heinrich Photography”?
The qualitative difference made by quantity
Digital Camera Review error
Fourteen British viaducts
The Eee PC is too big
Cameraphone with 3x optical zoom
Russian weirdness for the Anglos
Short posting with short photograph
American war memorial by the sea at St Nazaire
Berlin Billion Monkeys photo rat and cheese sand sculpture!
Billion Monkey in shiny robot head!
A squinting cat and a master ephemerist
Another angle on pylons
Fly-pasts - air displays - crashes
Feral Real Photographers and naughty Billion Monkey!
Further pictorial shallowness
Big Solar System things
At the dogs
Adriana and Ivan in Addis
Dave Gorman sees faces!
Old cranes - new cranes
Short picture of a long distance
Billion Monkeys photo spaceship launch!
A new tower in Manchester
Real Photographers worship the Logo
Photo-ing the weather
Pictures with words
Back lit Billion Monkey lady and back lit Saturn!
Bicycling Billion Monkeys!
Toy train to Darjeeling
Wedding photo tips anybody?
The Big Things of London
More Magic Andy sand sculpture
Billion Monkeys photo their own demo!
Shadow and light near Tower Bridge
The Mainstream Media finally get around to noticing Andy and his sand sculptures
New Moscow road bridge
Taipei with skyscraper
Church dwarfed by modernity
Tall chess men and tall buildings in the evening
Will twentieth century aerial warfare be repeated by toys?
Not much of a mystery detail
New footbridge in Edinburgh
Me on a bridge by Goddaughter One
Norman interested – Harry has some wildness in his genealogy
The Nanpu bridge approaches
Robot car park in New York
Printer in your pocket
Other people’s photos (6): More bridges
Other people’s photos (5): Red balloons on a monochrome bridge in Paris
Other people’s photos (4): Kitten on man’s head
Other people’s photos (3): Ice storm
But what about the iBattery?
Pictures of the world for the world
London photos by Fabio
Alice in Fortnum and Mason
“Publish it in your Blog!”
Deceiving the eyes of Paris
More ways to use the best pictures
Top tips from Viz
Everyone likes Magic Andy
Man may not sit on Art bed and be photoed by Billion Monkey lady friend!
Billion Monkeys get instant feedback!
Sssssssss!!!! White man! Take my photo!!
Samizdata cranks it out
A digital SLR that a Billion Monkey could lift!
Classical music Natalie
Shaftesbury Avenue over half a century ago
Patrick and Brian talk about the War on Terror - thoughts about podcasting
Bruce Nicoll (Real Photographer) - some photographs and an mp3
Adriana’s Thing mp3
Something to bore everyone
Billion Monkeys and a flock of sheep!
Ethereal India photo
Never so much fun again
Billion Monkeys at black and white wedding!
Cricket with landmark
Also no relation
Fame at last
Fish eye photos
Billion Monkey photos baby birds!
Billion Monkey photos flats in Bombay
Billion Monkey takes photos of Mexico City from helicopter!
The Falkirk Wheel
Flickr blog in and Flickrzen out
The Billion Monkeys of Australia will continue to photograph oil refineries
Sun behind the clouds at Bognor
Fishing rods in Istambul
Antlered lady in Lewisham
Inflight entertainment and information
Is Africa about to look boring?
Speeding up the mess
Just jumping would have been quite sufficient
Car bomb in Bogota
Daniel Cuthbert - wrongly convicted “hacker” - and photographer
Katrina as art – and Katrina as proof of What I’ve Always Said
Celebrating or violating?
Photography in public places (and it all depends what you mean by public places)
Lady photographer doing it in the road
The joy of blogrolling