Saturday, 18 February 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
Thursday, 16 February 2012
There are two types of "shake", one could be described as a camera movement, the other a real shake, which I am experiencing now being 73 yrs old.
The first one could be alleviated by using any type of support, like light tabletop tripod rested against the chest.
The other needs more mass to take care of the shake.
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Just got a message from the very hard-working Juliana (18 hours everyday behind the computer as she confessed) about an exhibition of the top five winning entries (mine at bottom right of the poster) to be held at the prestigious Upper House hotel from 24 February to 19 March. If you are working in Queensway or going to dine there, you may make a trip to levels 6 and 38 of the hotel to see the photos exhibited at A2 size (i.e. similar to two A3 paper).
Juliana is running an interesting blog for the hotel where she offers lots of ideas about the city as well as, of course, the hotel itself.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
"You know my heart; you know that all there is desire, thought, boding and longing; you live among spirits, and they give you divine wisdom. You must nourish me; you give all that in advance which I do not understand to ask for. My mind has a small embrace, my love a large one; you must bring them to a balance. Love cannot be quiet till the mind matches its growth; let me know when my heart is off the balance. I understand your silent signs.
A look from your eyes into mine, a kiss from you upon my lips, instructs me in all, what might seem delightful to learn, to one who, like me, had experience from those. I am far from you; mine are become strange to me. I must never return in thought to that hour when you hold me in the soft fold of your arm. Then I begin to weep, but the tears dry again unawares. Yes, he reaches with his love (thus I think) over to me in this concealed stillness; and should not I, with my eternal undisturbed longing, reach to him in the distance? Ah, conceive what my heart has to say to you; it overflows with soft sighs all whisper(ing) to you. Be my only happiness on earth your friendly will to me. O, dear, give me but a sign that you are conscious of me."
Monday, 13 February 2012
I have your letter, my adorable love. It has filled my heart with joy... Since I left you I have been sad all the time. My only happiness is near you. I go over endlessly in my thought your kisses, your tears, your delicious jealousy. The charm of my wonderful Josephine kindles a living, blazing fire in my heart and senses. When shall I be able to pass every minute near you, with nothing to do but to love you and nothing to think of but the pleasure of telling you of it and giving you proof of it? I fancied that I loved you some time ago; but since then I feel that I love you a thousand times better. Ever since I have known you I adore you more every day. That proves how wrong is that saying of La Bruyere, 'Love comes all of a sudden.' Ah, let me see some of your faults; be less beautiful, less graceful, less tender, less good. But never be jealous and never shed tears. Your tears send me out of my mind -- they set my very blood on fire. Believe me that it is utterly impossible for me to have a single thought that is not yours, a single fancy that is not submissive to your will. Rest well. Restore your health. Come back to me and then at any rate before we die we ought to be able to say: 'We were happy for so many days!' Millions of kisses, even to your dog.
Napoleon, Marmirolo"Sounds that the writer had done something very wrong. But this doesn't make it a less heart-meltingly-good love letter.