Random Thoughts

Tech, words and musings from an Englishman in Seattle

Time To Learn How To Use A Flash

I hate using a flash. I hate the way it looks. I hate the harshness - the way everything washes. I hate red eye.

Of course, that's because I have no idea how to use a flash properly and as a result I've got pretty good at taking photos in extremely low light conditions.

As I posted before, there's a really cool site, Strobist, that takes all the mysticism out of using a flash and I've been catching up on my reading there.

Time to learn.

Yesterday I ordered a Nikon SB-900, along with a lightweight stand and a shoot-through umbrella. The flash was due to arrive today - we did have two UPS deliveries from Amazon, annoyingly both for my wife ;-)

I guess I'll have to wait until Friday.

I'm really looking forward to working my way through the Strobist “assignments” and improving my photo knowledge toolkit - wish me luck…

Clarkson Does The Business On The Tesla

Oops.

Nice review - the car even wins over Clarkson (“the volt-head has overtaken the petrol head… yes, it is snowing in hell”).

Shame about the car's reliability problems during the review.

When Will He Ask Me To Stop?

Every night since he was born (except Wednesday, that's Pub Quiz night!), I've put Julian to bed with some reading, songs and a few other rituals.

First we read - usually he chooses the book and then I sing to him. The same songs. The same order. Always.

  1. The alphabet song
  2. Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
  3. Itsy, Bitsy Spider
  4. Michael Finnigan

Then we do the rituals:

  1. Phony - He gets to look at photos on my iPhone.
  2. Blowing up - We take turns “blowing each other up” until we we pop like a ballon. it's hard to explain - you have to be there…
  3. Hugs.
  4. Love you! G'night!

Recently though, I've been wondering “when will he ask me to stop”? He loves the songs, I love singing them to him, but he's five now. I'm guessing that this bedtime ritual will stop at some point before he goes to college, but I have no idea when.

And that makes me sad.

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