tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17309387795330015142024-03-05T14:45:30.102+01:00two musesi couldn't just let 10 years go to waste.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.comBlogger596125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-36058804364250822862014-04-07T23:01:00.003+02:002014-04-08T13:19:29.287+02:00time flieth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since the last post (Vancouver, last summer), I have travelled to Nice, and Ventimiglia (I have a decades-old soft spot for Ventimiglia)...</div>
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and we spent several weeks in Thailand...</div>
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one week of which with twelve of the loveliest, HAPPIEST elephants ever...<span style="text-align: center;"> </span><br />
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and then: Laos, which I will never forget...<br />
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and, last week, AndalucĂa. It was a short, spur-of-the-moment visit. And wondrous.<br />
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Which all goes to say: I am here, but happily scarce. There is such a world out there.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-83511204296446246382013-07-20T19:20:00.001+02:002014-04-08T12:50:29.061+02:00lovely treachery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After 6+ years of shooting only film, I succumbed.<br />
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I travel too much - and too light - to weigh myself down with one or more of my analog cameras; my favourite "proper" cameras are always the heavy ones. And I always fret about the film in tropical climates. And my scanners are ailing.<br />
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I asked a few of my treasured contacts for their opinions. I wandered through my Flickr favourites. (I have avoided Flickr otherwise, but that's another story altogether.) And this OM-D E-M5 was the conclusion I arrived at.<br />
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I wanted true colours and I wanted as sublime a DOF rendition as I could get. I got both, and was lucky to find one second-hand. With the 45mm lens: a jewel.<br />
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I feel like a traitor, but a happy traitor despite.<br />
<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-17439118601504881952013-03-01T11:05:00.001+01:002014-04-08T11:10:32.429+02:00when the saints<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuh3rA5vThngLN7AgraoHRq9gEubL1OocwHnR1ubEzsVyeCU5mGB3syUDEoTSa5LVZZtSCNgjSlvG0mU_fGVnDSQItOwa1jP6uEqFLFkIfSCRCg1CveLgz4XXqKQ-AD8ABkQ5QRZsK9c/s1600/pussywillowsclosetm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuh3rA5vThngLN7AgraoHRq9gEubL1OocwHnR1ubEzsVyeCU5mGB3syUDEoTSa5LVZZtSCNgjSlvG0mU_fGVnDSQItOwa1jP6uEqFLFkIfSCRCg1CveLgz4XXqKQ-AD8ABkQ5QRZsK9c/s1600/pussywillowsclosetm.jpg" /></a>
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Spring is in the air.<br />
Hallelujah.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-1328384818174320932013-02-04T20:40:00.001+01:002013-02-04T21:04:26.939+01:00a tenth of a century<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A year ago today, my husband and I were battling jet-lag after a joyous month rambling around beautiful Cambodia.<br />
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Ten years ago today, I posted my first pictures and words here, in this place that has been so important to me.<br />
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{A decade: imagine.}<br />
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I appreciate you times ten.<br />
<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-35044291139021135052012-12-31T12:09:00.002+01:002012-12-31T13:46:10.072+01:00in with the new<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FV-Gzwvv8tcVTh4t3CDnFj8zc3zOuyz5wct0333x8EI0YR_uw6KkVOVDP7XUsGYAs1w_-mNbULKt_5KMRfwJs25OSpIriabHiO7SQ8PLlFaYxTIhrjM1q3dxjMeIYs7hLmwOeJjjjoE/s1600/flags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FV-Gzwvv8tcVTh4t3CDnFj8zc3zOuyz5wct0333x8EI0YR_uw6KkVOVDP7XUsGYAs1w_-mNbULKt_5KMRfwJs25OSpIriabHiO7SQ8PLlFaYxTIhrjM1q3dxjMeIYs7hLmwOeJjjjoE/s1600/flags.jpg" /></a><br />
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I could not leave 2012 without giving that solitary post a bit of companionship, and without wishing the few people who have not given up on me a very very happy 2013!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-66632904332094957972012-03-21T21:19:00.000+01:002012-12-25T13:27:58.861+01:00same old rice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO0znaHNxBu4NYX8Y-JbvZVfU3H3zfhRaBZoKr5Rbr-BuB5po7hCCZQ33TnPEw-JRMztDA9sHcyQVyH4q-z5I799KwxTQcJdtIX8QRdxRnA0A7ylCMwapPq0LshTmN3Pzr2cGu5dOXN-M/s1600/doorway_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO0znaHNxBu4NYX8Y-JbvZVfU3H3zfhRaBZoKr5Rbr-BuB5po7hCCZQ33TnPEw-JRMztDA9sHcyQVyH4q-z5I799KwxTQcJdtIX8QRdxRnA0A7ylCMwapPq0LshTmN3Pzr2cGu5dOXN-M/s1600/doorway_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
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<i>"The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams."</i><br />
- Claude Debussy (French composer, 1862-1918)<br />
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Well. Not quite. But getting used to the grey, the chill, the detached <i>quiet</i> is taking me longer than it usually does.<br />
I miss Cambodia.<br />
<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-42359636564120331522011-11-08T21:06:00.001+01:002012-12-25T13:28:37.329+01:00and nothing there but delights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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we were very taken with the formal gardens at wolterton hall; they had a quiet, unassuming grandness, a shy splendour, a joyous symmetry. passing through the<br />
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and the hall itself? well, we got stuck in the compulsory tour, and photography wasn't exactly encouraged, but there was beauty within the walls, too.<br />
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-48243873295625976982011-09-11T14:09:00.000+02:002012-12-25T13:29:30.462+01:00best foot forward<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx52q09pT8PmEWu21r-ST-OVc-fjBcyi38fXbD92pfWOG5LgcOPqgxC94rzpC179LjN-yB4RUg1NfQccWCfVzUnSHKCrwisa1bxOlUsxfbw4A9YQ0R47AqpXwWqxUiNnQHM4O-BbPa_xo/s1600/pinkpinkpink_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx52q09pT8PmEWu21r-ST-OVc-fjBcyi38fXbD92pfWOG5LgcOPqgxC94rzpC179LjN-yB4RUg1NfQccWCfVzUnSHKCrwisa1bxOlUsxfbw4A9YQ0R47AqpXwWqxUiNnQHM4O-BbPa_xo/s1600/pinkpinkpink_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
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were i to take myself a bit too seriously, i might refer to this serendipitous pink as a <i>decisive moment</i>, but really, it was simply very good luck.<br />
<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-26679866615634450742011-09-10T23:16:00.000+02:002012-12-25T15:29:08.850+01:00triple dip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XLVz_hxJdfMx7BuAvhP0lB_7PCcIngxz2wzjoEQVkP4h9iNtU_5iego-h5upNGoHLpJX1XyCzuc33LgxgoGZhX7_TkmYhgglpW1OEik-Oa-bRC8jtEMIC517OLuFGDNpmpREzbsNhRg/s1600/bikeandsailboats_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XLVz_hxJdfMx7BuAvhP0lB_7PCcIngxz2wzjoEQVkP4h9iNtU_5iego-h5upNGoHLpJX1XyCzuc33LgxgoGZhX7_TkmYhgglpW1OEik-Oa-bRC8jtEMIC517OLuFGDNpmpREzbsNhRg/s1600/bikeandsailboats_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
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there is a bicycle at the top of the dune: smile number one.<br />
the bicycle is red: smile number two. because red <i>rocks.</i><br />
the tide, on the other side of the dune, is high and rising: smile number three.<br />
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a hat trick. my day is made.<br />
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Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-60530743006424781972011-09-10T00:08:00.000+02:002012-12-25T15:29:26.249+01:00at long last<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn3RhV-cGDGD33U5Omm1a5e_v5OZyLWfpzRak-6IhG69HYbFKZPs3MwiQq35xEMq8X1f5P5y_MTqYEqrZFBeeVgAT9HOdgxv4Y5fXXH05_1ABxfN4S_vBJbBbGDncKqId4i2-XyDiA0M/s1600/spam_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnn3RhV-cGDGD33U5Omm1a5e_v5OZyLWfpzRak-6IhG69HYbFKZPs3MwiQq35xEMq8X1f5P5y_MTqYEqrZFBeeVgAT9HOdgxv4Y5fXXH05_1ABxfN4S_vBJbBbGDncKqId4i2-XyDiA0M/s1600/spam_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
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it has taken me a few years - the havoc wreaked by the hack and the lack of backup<br />
seemed insurmountable - but i have spent the last three days giving <i>here</i> some first aid and some much-needed tlc.<br />
some happened-upon old back-ups turned out to contain many of the first photographs,<br />
so i finally reinstated almost all of the early pictures (save a dozen that are probably<br />
lost forever). the anxiety that overcame me at the mere thought of all the empty<br />
images has lifted.<br />
this feels like home again.<br />
and i tackled the <a href="http://www.two-muses.com/arch/deletingspam.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.two-muses.com/arch/deletingspam.html','popup','width=828,height=1008,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false">spam comments</a> (that's 778 on <i>one</i> entry) that had me so frustrated that i couldn't even face moderating any more.<br />
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thank you for sticking with me.<br />
i am grateful. and happy.<br />
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Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-53902091166509078462011-09-05T19:32:00.000+02:002012-12-25T13:31:42.555+01:00o hark, o hear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6coSEoApKfoa8YU9fI0LtQ9XZB7cfl-PhALTyxn7XtIRVPAc7leLIrYhOZGnxipZ0X_qwW-4M0PwEXZC5nEUJ0mqepDojp-fytELRYSyql5XrnbcXc-WpKFp-bxXpgZJr7wbE5yYXr_Q/s1600/cliffsedge_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6coSEoApKfoa8YU9fI0LtQ9XZB7cfl-PhALTyxn7XtIRVPAc7leLIrYhOZGnxipZ0X_qwW-4M0PwEXZC5nEUJ0mqepDojp-fytELRYSyql5XrnbcXc-WpKFp-bxXpgZJr7wbE5yYXr_Q/s1600/cliffsedge_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
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travel is discovery, and travel is <i>re</i>discovery, and both touch deep.<br />
<br />
i have photographed this cliffside house at happisburgh <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1muse/473428569/in/set-72057594079906442" target="newpage">before</a>, but every encounter<br />
sees it sadly closer to its tumble into the sea.<br />
<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-44699798426549474782011-09-01T16:20:00.000+02:002012-12-25T13:32:17.176+01:00hip, hip...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRaZyqyXX_7JCwaU7cHU5oQnfDYkXpyfIxkagPf5t24wEI5VZSM-Z06hcFD7K0WVMlnIyDGCpierPKIN3j4lwBc5QRkkW_CwbkoiUx1XKriUFwNvTL0Vjngb0En4aZMZWKmkNW0sUPK0/s1600/hooray!tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRaZyqyXX_7JCwaU7cHU5oQnfDYkXpyfIxkagPf5t24wEI5VZSM-Z06hcFD7K0WVMlnIyDGCpierPKIN3j4lwBc5QRkkW_CwbkoiUx1XKriUFwNvTL0Vjngb0En4aZMZWKmkNW0sUPK0/s1600/hooray!tm.jpg" /></a><br />
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hooray, for me, today, even though i stopped celebrating my birthday a few years ago, when i stopped counting the fleeting years.<br />
<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-12257142442595039682011-08-30T23:51:00.000+02:002012-12-25T13:32:53.892+01:00above, the vaulted sky<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVd1mUMMFRYdQGN4A0aMexj6L-oFl_wyBpw9y7j9Mh_6nS_BfmDOLnSBXoEUjTqptBqYvEjwDjy5KqfNIzISgk7cxnwfu18dbwHChekWzN2fHs7PRmCEwj27RzXTjPBT6KqwqAlpE_yd4/s1600/trails_wells_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVd1mUMMFRYdQGN4A0aMexj6L-oFl_wyBpw9y7j9Mh_6nS_BfmDOLnSBXoEUjTqptBqYvEjwDjy5KqfNIzISgk7cxnwfu18dbwHChekWzN2fHs7PRmCEwj27RzXTjPBT6KqwqAlpE_yd4/s1600/trails_wells_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
it's time to get this show back on the road.<br />
<br />
or, at least, it's time to <i>try</i>.<br />
<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-91462501796482965292011-08-28T00:34:00.000+02:002012-12-25T13:33:25.435+01:00the world's a forest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-Ge_hHFkX8-E5P59OmgE9NwxK_ZlLh5OfchHUQEBrM-JlyiReBV9MBqYC_Jp8i57A8_e0qCBxi-UZbArB8aTKJ3yyXxgygwmeYzq8OH0PJhdoExSSpkdZW-r5-maVgQ_Gp30kIxbSvM/s1600/office27_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-Ge_hHFkX8-E5P59OmgE9NwxK_ZlLh5OfchHUQEBrM-JlyiReBV9MBqYC_Jp8i57A8_e0qCBxi-UZbArB8aTKJ3yyXxgygwmeYzq8OH0PJhdoExSSpkdZW-r5-maVgQ_Gp30kIxbSvM/s1600/office27_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
when we travel, we wander a lot, absorbing local sights, and sounds, and smells.<br />
every now and then, though, something needs to be accomplished, and that something, this particular day in singapore, was the purchase of bus tickets to melaka.<br />
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we got lost, of course, and - in a side street - happened upon this.<br />
staying on path can be so overrated.<br />
<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-75421546105072097972011-03-20T22:06:00.000+01:002012-12-25T13:40:28.483+01:00the rising of the morn<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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<i>"Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark."</i></div>
- Rabindranath Tagore (Indian Poet, Playwright and Essayist, 1861-1941)<br />
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-21774255800653491532010-05-30T14:13:00.000+02:002013-07-23T13:44:39.184+02:00we thought they'd never end<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWLH3qSLrWD5XubLjW7z297_q08HMaeTpVFYwXE0R-ENtsYMeSij2cSOk0xcohVIM6vNsAMAJ8_eIVfm-miSOQVYl2V14V25y12knRJ-Sev3OYMWTBECPghwvbhU7MdrVoR1oyrlqvbo/s1600/penangglasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWLH3qSLrWD5XubLjW7z297_q08HMaeTpVFYwXE0R-ENtsYMeSij2cSOk0xcohVIM6vNsAMAJ8_eIVfm-miSOQVYl2V14V25y12knRJ-Sev3OYMWTBECPghwvbhU7MdrVoR1oyrlqvbo/s1600/penangglasses.jpg" /></a><br />
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I took ballet lessons as a wee pony-tailed-spindly-legged lass, and, when my hour was over, I pirouetted myself downstairs to Latimers Drugstore and perched myself on a stool till my Mum or my Dad picked me up to take me home. I was given 35 cents to buy a soda or a sundae while I waited, and I remember spinning, alone, to the hiss of the fountain, in my leotard and my toeshoes, on scarlet leatherette, and feeling very Grown Up indeed.<br />
I thought of this, decades later, in Penang, when I saw these fluted coupes: my mind jeté'd back to then, when "chocolate" or "butterscotch" was pretty much the most important decision I had to make.<br />
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-19543614255847633732010-05-02T21:44:00.000+02:002012-12-31T18:26:41.525+01:00so, so semiprecious<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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<br />
I've almost finished writing <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/" target="newpage">tripadvisor</a> reviews of all the guest houses and hotels we stayed at during our month away. Only two remain: this one</div>
(the beautiful <a href="http://www.cheongfatttzemansion.com/" target="newpage">Cheong Fatt Tze Mansion</a> in Georgetown/Penang), and our final-night splurge, the fabulous <a href="http://www.panpacific.com/en/singapore/Overview.html" target="newpage">Pan Pacific</a> in Singapore...which still, in all its glory - and with a buffet breakfast the sumptuous likes of which I have never seen - cost less than a mediocre 3* hotel in Amsterdam on a weekend night.<br />
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Yes, I'm still in a nostalgic state of mind, and this is still Southeast Asia. Hey, it's still Penang, even. Bear with me.<br />
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-82914617351345848692010-01-26T20:15:00.000+01:002012-12-31T18:26:00.988+01:00een lentesymphonietje<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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<br />
Sophie is so beautiful that all the pictures taken that afternoon at Schiphol are stunning.*<br />
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I just know, though, that she is going to see them and sigh, and drat that errant lock of hair and that ever-so-slightly crooked necklace.<br />
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The young lady is a perfectionist; I hope they please her despite.<br />
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*well, except for the ones shot on Retro 80s: I optimistically loaded the GW with it and then the day turned very dim, and then I neglected to slow the shutter speed down, so those are a wee.bit.underexposed..</div>
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-66143410830213094622009-12-18T12:00:00.000+01:002012-12-31T18:24:22.241+01:00i guess that's why they call it<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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The Cameron Highlands is a kind of Malaysian Escape to the Country : temperate climates, stunning panoramas, and decidedly non-tropical vegetation, like roses, and strawberries, and tea.<br />
<br />
And morning glories.<br />
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-55260641641352717382009-12-15T20:25:00.000+01:002012-12-31T18:24:51.590+01:00stilted redux<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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The <a href="http://www.asiaexplorers.com/malaysia/clanjetties.htm" rel="nofollow" target="newpage">Clan Jetties</a> in Penang reminded me very much of <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1muse/3412823236/in/set-72157615288729149/" target="newpage">Tai O</a> on Lantau Island (HK) - much smaller, of course, and more urban - but reaching the latter involved the kind of bus ride that gives me nightmares for months, and reaching the former involved a leisurely morning stroll through irresistible Georgetown.<br />
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-90081678235297973712009-12-13T18:49:00.000+01:002012-12-31T18:23:24.230+01:00this dream in motion<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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<br />
My Mamiya decided - somewhere between Chiang Mai and Bangkok, it would seem - that it had had enough of aperture adjustments, and dug its heels in at f16: all the pictures I took in Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur, and last-day-Singapore are underexposed except the ones shot stopped-down.<br />
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My Polaroid 680 sadly stopped functioning at the start of our holiday, and now this wonderful lens is going to have to be sent off for repairs. I feel very discouraged indeed.<br />
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Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-66292977781841923252009-12-11T18:20:00.000+01:002012-12-31T18:22:38.400+01:00the bright side<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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<br />
I packed four whole rolls of black & white film, but my good intentions fell by waysides...like this.<br />
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Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-68069429254773595572009-12-10T21:25:00.000+01:002012-12-31T18:21:34.966+01:00ad infinitum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavMyKzPrUMUXXFzwuhcyGqSxgONly_wXMKN19gWhieLSvUxx20VM7rMeyh3HoaBD8xk-MqVoqT9Mhb7YX6OYq10XM6-g6w1pT_VPdhvRnLHJwdNct-IazJ5-Nm_bDbr6bELeDy0_2a10/s1600/FMS_building_ipoh_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavMyKzPrUMUXXFzwuhcyGqSxgONly_wXMKN19gWhieLSvUxx20VM7rMeyh3HoaBD8xk-MqVoqT9Mhb7YX6OYq10XM6-g6w1pT_VPdhvRnLHJwdNct-IazJ5-Nm_bDbr6bELeDy0_2a10/s1600/FMS_building_ipoh_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
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i am so busy joyously scanning endless negatives (i had 20 rolls of 120 and 3 rolls of 220 processed at the wonderful <a href="http://www.iqlab.co.th/" rel="nofollow" target="newpage">IQ Lab</a> in bangkok a week before we came home) that i am forgetting to post!<br />
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this is the charmingly dilapidated and stunningly <i>blue</i> f.m.s.. building in ipoh. it was love at first glimpse.<br />
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-53790338257798919202009-12-08T21:22:00.000+01:002012-12-31T18:23:03.482+01:00to taste<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qMzwcbzCMi4_thyphenhyphenxqhzPFZpa-LjFtu7Mqd3HYfwaEQkiMnmqp7qMMNgflirXsThcsf0RqBfiILiP-evP21OnxtYINS0Kcc3SiqzFqAKHPDZTZAd3Yp2yAo2pQ3sdHZ7RWwHme3gLRYU/s1600/red_yellow_tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qMzwcbzCMi4_thyphenhyphenxqhzPFZpa-LjFtu7Mqd3HYfwaEQkiMnmqp7qMMNgflirXsThcsf0RqBfiILiP-evP21OnxtYINS0Kcc3SiqzFqAKHPDZTZAd3Yp2yAo2pQ3sdHZ7RWwHme3gLRYU/s1600/red_yellow_tm.jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
if i were not too tired to be silly - i last awoke 38 hours ago - i might be tempted to say something about needing to "catch up".<br />
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ahem.<br />
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and hello.<br />
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02140869638530831945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730938779533001514.post-6306954445177160332009-08-30T21:28:00.000+02:002012-12-31T21:15:33.814+01:00semicolon.space.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_nELb0mHyC3UtbbzPlKcn4zbBo3UQwxXWaI7DUl3_XPBHY146nRhnMCtMzBkU37N6KWcD6Vw3yi3XUQxZ5F1CQcIPAIUYQoCIyJMLkAQ1QZLTLO1XRDk22ICNiUF5_xh-aRFBzj4e7aA/s1600/wijnnobelbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_nELb0mHyC3UtbbzPlKcn4zbBo3UQwxXWaI7DUl3_XPBHY146nRhnMCtMzBkU37N6KWcD6Vw3yi3XUQxZ5F1CQcIPAIUYQoCIyJMLkAQ1QZLTLO1XRDk22ICNiUF5_xh-aRFBzj4e7aA/s1600/wijnnobelbook.jpg" /></a><br />
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<i>"This morning I took out a comma and this afternoon I put it back in again."<br />-Oscar Wilde (Irish Poet, Novelist, Dramatist and Critic, 1854-1900)</i><br />
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There will be an English and a Dutch version of the <a href="http://www.secretamsterdam.com/EN/" rel="nofollow" target="newpage">Secret Amsterdam book</a> come September or October, and I offered, in a mad moment, to proof-read both versions - the first because I am, after all, Canadian, and I did, after all and once upon a time, study journalism; the second because...well, just because.<br />
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64,979 words later (and not done yet), I am not exactly cursing that mad moment, but I <i>am</i> looking longingly at the sun between my noughts and my crosses.<br />
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