Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Ophilia

Warning about the hurricane started last week when it was someplace thousands of miles away someplace off the Azores, even south of them. But for some reason they had it correct. The darn thing came at us like it was laser guided. Well ball parking it anyway.
Sunday I climbed Slievenamon in what amounted to a tropical cloud. I trial ran my breathable waterproofs something that seemed like a good idea at the car but was soon wetter inside them than the water outside.
Anyhoo's visibility was about 50 feet, a very dangerous limit for those that don't know a walk, and there was some up that really needed a guide. But beyond the personal sauna inside an envelope of tropical air it was a glorious walk.
Monday arrived, and with it the predictions of doom. The storm had decided to skirt along the west coast like a pool ball along a baize cushion about 200 miles from me to the eye of the thing and so the line from about 2 to 5 on a clock. But since I'm about 60 miles from the coast and behind the mountain I missed the tail of the thing but caught the front edge big time for the wind was curving around the mountain.
Still, I had little bother early and was wondering if the storm had gone out to sea. I'd been out with the dog about 11;30 for a short walk when I realised the wind was picking up and when I got home the electric was gone. Soon after I heard a crack and looked out to see part of my chestnut tree had sloughed off. Down onto a canvas covered shed I have and sideswiped the pole with the satellite dishes on its way.
All in all the pass was 5 hours for me. Others had it worse, far worse. A guy dies while out cutting a tree off a road when another tree came down atop him. A woman was killed outright when she stopped her car, and the passenger hadn't a scratch on her.
And of course we had the usual gobshites out testing their mettle against the elements. In Galway (Salthill 53.257371, -9.091776) you had a guy swimming.
   

Friday, 6 October 2017

Progress


I climbed 5% in a month and a bit. 36 days to be exact. Feeling a bit smug.
Soon. 

Der Wind spielt mit der Wetterfahne
Auf meines schönen Liebchens Haus.
Da dacht ich schon in meinem Wahne,
Sie pfiff den armen Flüchtling aus.

Er hätt' es [ehr]1 bemerken sollen,
Des Hauses aufgestecktes Schild,
So hätt' er nimmer suchen wollen
Im Haus ein treues Frauenbild.

Der Wind spielt drinnen mit den Herzen
Wie auf dem Dach, nur nicht so laut.
Was fragen sie nach meinen Schmerzen?
Ihr Kind ist eine reiche Braut.



Sunday, 24 September 2017

Culture Night event.

I had an hour to get all my stuff in from the car, up to the chamber, and set up before the people started at 5. It wasn't long enough. I needed longer, or a helper. But since this was for the glory, meaning free, paying someone was right out. In fact keeping costs down was darn hard for I wanted a good offering that would impress people. And yes I do think that worked. Very few print, nevermind print at A3 (12" x 17" ish; 297mm x 420mm). And since I was using a three flash array on one side and a single on the other side of the face I had full control of the light, giving well exposed and shaped images.
Yes, it would be great to have time to truly develop beyond the basics. But since I had just 10min per person I think things came out good indeed.

There was only one true catastrophe. I was shooting tethered to the PC. Meaning the image file moved seamlessly off the camera and into the PC's programme Lightroom. Now I was usually putting the camera on the floor. But once I left it on the table with the PC and printer, when moving over to the lightbox to adjust it a bit for one of the people. I hooked the tethering cable with my foot. CRASH, BANG. Bits of electronic guts scattered all over. The 6 Philippine nurses flew. My heart went into my mouth. But pfew, the camera, and the lense both were OK, it was only the $€60 radio trigger I was using.
Since I had a double for almost everything, I simply undid the corpse and replaced it. There was a heart-stopping moment right then when I fired the shutter and, only got a black transfer to the PC. But I'd forgotten to change the flash and rotate the controller unit on the flash.

All told the last print I did was well after 10pm. And by then I counted 33 people with 150+ files. And printed about 50 in total.

In conclusion. I was worried, but not. Like that idiotic film with the baseball playing ghosts, I could only build it. The coming in, that I had no control over. And I'd assessed that it would work, and I'd be busy enough. Or I'd be sitting on my folding chair for the 6 hours playing with Twitter and Facebook on my phone. But everyone from a baby to a grandmother and grandfather came.


Saturday, 23 September 2017

Event over.

Event is over. 33 sat for me and 70 came to the event. More or less 1 every 10min. So I was on the go from 5pm to 10.20pm.
Clean up took about an hour as I brought almost everything I could possibly need on the probability (certainty) that if I left it it would be the one thing I needed.
I shot tethered to the PC and that gave me a shock as I was setting up, when I thought I forgot the power cable.
 More later. As I'm an artist on the Rock of Cashel tomorrow and I need my sleep. It's not 12.30ishy. 

Monday, 11 September 2017

Très frustré.

I had a bit of a catastrophe when I was having my exhibition in early June. I, with a fortnights leeway of the opening sent the files to the Printer but I got a mail the day before the opening that they weren't able to do the job in the time. So I had a vast space available to me for two weeks with nothing in it. Luckily I had one big image from earlier in the year that I could hang so the place wasn't totally empty.
Anyway it was in my mind to buy a big photo printer and with the Culture Night event on the 22nd that I have on, I pulled the trigger in August and bought a Canon ip8750 A3+ six ink printer.
Together with the printer I added a few other things. Inks primarily; but two flash units; 100, A3 sheets of 260g photo paper; a soft box, a big 47 incher octogon shaped one; and a tripod that doesn't look like it spends it's life living in the surf, knee deep in rivers or/and being knocked about on mountains.
The first Lot of inks haven't arrived. Five sets of six. They started their trip to Ireland in Arras, north east of Paris. They had a little trip to CDG on the east of Paris where they were scanned but seem to have vanished. There are Waybills, but they seem to be the bills of lading for the entire darn shipment. So I had a printer, but still have no inks. Anyhoo's, I ordered another 3 sets on the 6th, using the belt and braces approach, just in case I don't get the first order. And just to make doubilly certain I ordered another two sets on Saturday when the second order didn't seem to be moving.

OK.
As I was writing the postman called with the delivery of the second order of inks. So at the very least I could check if the printer WOULD actually print.











   



This is the file I sent to the printer. And the printer did pick up on the spiders web on the righthand side.


Sunday, 3 September 2017

New gas BBQ

I bought a BBQ today. Yes it may seem nuts to buy a BBQ at the end of summer. But since I used the last one winter and summer it didn't interfere in the decision. The Half Off tag did though. Three burners. And as can be seen from the steak, the two bits come to about 8-10oz, that there is loads of space for more. Now that piece of beef wasn't the greatest, and really wasn't a valid test. Tomorrow I will buy a decent piece of steak to see what occurs.

I've put a lightbox in so just look to the bottom of the image and click on the next or the arrows work they tell me. If you want full screen and enlargeable, Embiggin, right click.



Thursday, 17 August 2017

Omey, the old new graveyard.

Old new, because it's after 1700. The old old ooooold ooooooooooold one goes back to 6th century at least.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Monday, 14 August 2017

Crann Óg Island.

Crannog Island. Crann Óg. Young tree island.

A Crann Óg is a man made island or a rocky outcrop from water extended by man.

Taken yesterday.


Saturday, 12 August 2017

A pesky 1st world problem

Lately I bought a lovely dinner set, consisting of crisp cream 11 inch dinner plates with blue and black banding on every third in the place setting. The problem is I now have to figure out how to stack the dishwasher.
With my old miss-matched plates everything sorta worked. But now, no, some are coming out WORSE than they went in. For even with the washing if they don't clean the drying at the end BAKE'S the flecks onto the plates requiring a good hours soaking.
  Like I said 1st world issues. 

Sunday, 6 August 2017

Faith, Hope, Belief and Innocence

A few weeks ago we had a power outage here in Tipperary. Not the entire county, but a goodly skelp of it. Ohh, a skelp is that bit of wood that spalls off a log when you miss the strike when splitting them.
Anyway, there I was in cone of light and in range of the hiss off a camping gas lamp, reading a book I had on my shelves since I bought it in 2006. The book, is The Great War for Civilisation, The conquest of the Middle East, by Robert Fisk, published Harper Perennial. And it was as you'd expect for a book about a war zone.
The thing is, I've been reading Fisk since I encountered him in the UK Independent newspaper when I lived in London. And was in need of a non partisan paper that wasn't affiliated to one political section of another.  So I knew he'd lived as the Middle East Corespondent in Beirut since the early 80s. And I've read innumerable articles he's written, from the border wars between Israel and her neighbours, to the attacks on refugee camps. His interviews with the politicians from Morocco to China and Togo to Samarkand and Dushanbe. And the first with bin Laden.
But in the intro to his book he made a point about how he could keep going and keep doing as he did in an area of almost unspeakable horror and that was he kept his innocence.
Not the innocence of the child, but that of a man who believes in his own and therefore the humanity of others.
You see since we entered the latest economic crisis we've seen here in the West a savagery and a targeting of the poor like we've not seen since the early 19th century. And why, in order to keep a set of book looking good. Remember, across the west, with the possible exception of Canada and Australia we've had the 'notional' printing presses running overtime. But there is no press, no cash as such, nope, these are transfers, virtual in the old meaning, and in theory stabilizing the system. Again it must be remembered it's not the social system we're on about but the money system.
My problem, and how I was thinking about it, was since 2008 so called Liberals have been running the majority of the main economies, those whom in theory should have a grasp if not a grip on just how their policies were affecting people. But it seemed they had become sooo tied up in their own political thought experiment that nothing else mattered. And so Trump, and Brexit. But other seemingly self destructive democratic decisions. All this left me bemused. Eventually to drift into a place where I stopped thinking about people, for in trying to understand how systems operated I was thinking like them. Systems have a senseless savagery.
So there I was in that cone of light with the hiss off the propane gas nozzle being transformed back to a place where I could process and come out the other side.

Thursday, 27 July 2017

Finds

I've found lots of bit&pieces while out walking the hound. But this was one of the most unprepossessing finds at first look for it was buried but for a tip that glinted in the morning sun. Anyhoo's I unearthed it and soaked it in a basin when I got it home to loosen all the clay that encased it.
I was really quite surprised at what revealed itself out of the mud and rust.
It seems it's an American piece, a Leatherman, Wave, and most shocking, going for about $100. I have a piece like it and that was €20.
It's kinda amusing composing a back story for the tool, as it was for the Quarter Dollar I found earlier. Why it/they traveled to rural Tipperary. Were they lost, or jettisoned. Even were they cast for luck like in the Trevi to the god Neptune, only to some Celtic deity, Morrigon (Án Morrigú) perhaps, or even Mannanán.


Monday, 17 July 2017

A good deed.

Found this man this morning when out walking my girl. He followed us to the car. I kept expecting to see his owner. But soon realised he was lost for he looked unfed for days.
I took him to Jessy's vet for we've had a chipping reg' for a few years now. But he had none.
The vet examined him and said he was fairly sound but for a infestation of mange mites. Which was the reason why he couldn't stay with me. So I went to the local dog home/shelter where they home rather than to the County dog pound where they kill after a week. He was very friendly, placid really. And Ohhh boy was Jess's nose out of joint when he was brought into the house to get showered.



Saturday, 8 July 2017

Das Boot.

Today was the first day I could get a go in the boat. And I can freely say I'm not inflatable boat people. It wasn't really fun at all. More a sphincter clenching trip.
Now don't get me wrong. It floated, after a fashion. And I didn't drown, or really even get wet truth be told. But I think I'll be getting a vessel that I can sit 'on' rather than semi 'under' the water. You see the instant you get in the thing sorta enfolds you and your arse projects as a kinda keel down below the bottom. 
Maybe by Wednesday my thinking on it will see the fun slash funny side. Still I think any Saturdays entertainment that comes in under €50 isn't that bad at all. 


Wednesday, 5 July 2017