Underground in Glasgow last year. Waiting for what the locals call ‘The Clockwork Orange’. It’s orange and it goes around in a circle. Don’t ask too many questions, I didn’t. A decidedly more pleasant commuting experience when compared to the London Underground; Something I’ve become all too familiar with in the last couple of years. Back to Scotland for a few days but on the move this time. Highlands & Island(s) specifically. Nice.
Part of the photowalk at the weekend was a feckin brilliant trip out for four volunteers on a 7.5 liter V8 speedboat. To say it went like shit through a goose is, as you\’d expect, an understatement. It’s all a bit \’Miami Vice’. Without the good looking women in bikinis. Or the skyscrapers. Or Don Johnson.
The Rockafeller Plaza, where if you’re not careful while using a fantastically wide lens, you’ll end up getting the buildings behind you in the frame. Or becoming quite dizzy. Or both…
When crossing the Brooklyn bridge, it’s important to keep to the right of the white line. I learned this after seeing several tourists nearly getting taken out by locals cycling by at breakneck speeds. Also, I’ve become unimaginably attached to my sigma 12-24 already 🙂