Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

The photograph below was taken by my niece, Hayley on her mobile phone last week on Mothers' Day. The event was the baptism of her friend's baby, both pictured.

It is not the best of photos even for a phone camera: it is shaky and not well focused. What is interesting though, is the background. There appears to be the blurred image of a the head and shoulder of a man, possibly an old man, wearing glasses between the camera lens and the plaque on the church wall. My first thought was that it was a reflection on the plaque, but it is too large and seems to partially obscure the wreath below.



Apart from downloading it from my phone to my computer and uploading to Photobucket, all I have done is rotate the picture ninety degrees.

Do any of the fair number of photographers on my friends list have any thoughts as to how the image might have got on to the picture and what it may be? I am informed that there was no-one there behind the woman and baby when the picture was taken.

Finally. I have found a frame to put my photo of Dad in. I took the picture almost exactly a year ago. It was the last one anyone took of him and despite it being outside the hospital where he went after the first of the mini strokes, he looks happy and surprisingly well.
( Dad )

It still makes me well up when I look at it, but I am really, really glad I have it. I miss the old bloke.

It seems that I shall have to increase the quality of the pictures I take since shrinking them to half size or so to post them up here really screws with the quality. And I must get rid of the bloody time stamp, too. Nevertheless, this one is just about OK despite being gamma-corrected (Must remember to turn flash back on) and shrunk to fit.



Here we see Miss Furtle dozing happily under the watchful eye of a friend. I am not saying it is related, but I woke up this morning with five bites on my left calf, whilst Miss Furtle sported one. Luckily I had Anthisan available or I should be spending a day of unhappy scratching.

Edited to add: In no way do I wish to be the author of Bin's brane going "poing" and sliding out from his ears (entertaining though that might be), and since he kindly provided the relevant html, I have splodged¹ the smaller version of the picture in with associated clickety link to the gopping big version.

¹Technical term.

I often think that life is rather unfair; most of the time I'm happy enough to accept that. If we deserved all we got, or got all we deserved, the world would be much worse. That makes more sense than it seems to at first reading, if you think about it.

Anyway, I got thinking about that simply because outside about an hour and a half ago, there was a fight in the High Road, after the Bull and Butcher kicked out the last of the chavs at well past closing time. Before the police arrived, I was watching them from my bedroom window, pondering on the fact that drunken chavs are free, with only relatively minor consequences which depend upon when and where they decide to kick off their drunken brawls, to make a racket, disturb the peace, fight, throw up and generally annoy people. Had they contained themselves until they got onto a back street somewhere, the chances are that the police wouldn't have found them.

So, they get to do this on a fairly regular schedule, but I am prevented by someone's idea of civil propriety from sitting quietly in my room with a high-powered sniper rifle and culling the herd to reduce the nuisance.

Pah. The modern world, eh?

Anyway, on a different tack, I have finally worked out how to get the photos from my phone to the PC, so for all of those of you who didn't believe my post those many months ago, here is the photographic evidence:




Buddha in a Gasmask

A hearty congratulatory pat on the back to the first person who can identify the CD case he's sitting on... (It's not hard to work it out, in my opinion, but I guess it depends upon your age and musical tastes).

Thank you and good night.