I’ve missed another day. Never mind. It was a glorious day in Glasgow today. Sanpped the airport looking like somewhere you might want to land for a holiday, rather than somewhere you’re dying to escape from.
Monthly Archive for June, 2009
Windows in the west: not as interesting as Avril Paton would have you believe.
There’s been a bit of a hiatus on the photo a day project - we’ll just call it the birthday girl’s special allowance… (any pics from my birthday probably aren’t fit for a public blog anyway.)
So, we’re now on day twenty four. A self-portrait of sorts. Well, of my arm at least.
It’s my birthday tomorrow! The lovely cake my lovely boss got me… om nom nom…
Some flowers my mother brought me - sadly the iPhone camera’s poor indoor performance does them no justice.
Another Kelvingrove Park picture. Today was the West End Festival parade. I missed the parade itself, but turned up in time to catch a bit of the Subcity djs set. There is something quite bizarre about pounding tunes, people drinking and dancing like it’s a nightclub… but at 4pm with toddlers wandering in between the thronging masses and the odd picnic dotted around.
LED par cans. Cool as.
The iPhone’s camera is generally crap unless it’s really sunny, which is a bit of a rarity in Scotland.
If you do have decent light, though, you can sometimes get some pretty cool pictures. This one was an accident (I was trying to get a picture of my head for the #ebethchallenge on Twitter but moved the camera too quickly - don’t ask) but I kinda like it.
Christ. This is getting difficult! I’ll try harder to get more interesting pictures.
Yet another of Charlie the cat, this time surveying his kingdom (from the safety of indoors) in the daylight.
I feel I’m misrepresenting Glasgow’s weather so far, and by saying so, I’m tempting fate ensuring that the next two weeks of posts will be “here is x in the rain”. Most likely, “here is Charlie by a rainsoaked window,” going by my completely non-gripping first fortnight!
The seagulls are patiently awaiting their prey: cold chips and discarded gherkins.
I hate seagulls. Horrible creatures that infest Glasgow city centre and are pretty damn terrifying when they’re out in their hordes attacking bins/pensioners. I saw one eating a dead pigeon yesterday while all of the dead pigeon’s liitle pigeon friends looked on sadly*.
* I’m not sure that pigeons can display emotion, but if they could have, these ones would have looked sad.