I’ve gotten to where I get the occasional bee upon a flower. It’s pretty rare to catch one in flight. I have skill. But, I lack in action photography. I learned long ago that I am off by … that much. I am and remain at the mercy of serendipity.
Hardly. It’s not easy in the rain. Most enthusiasts leave their camera in their case in the rain. Water and electronics do not mix. There is unmistakable joy in feeding the pigeons. The idea and concepts translate though the focus and blur are present. We were wet. We were happy. I wish our timing had been better to catch a concert.
Best Cullen skink in Glasgow? Café Gandolfi. How do they make this up? It’s online. And we were parked right across the street. Serendipitously! Purely! And, Colleen read the menu and we made a reservation. It was later we searched and found this restaurant to be rated. Ok! It was still pure luck that we dropped in.
You plan, you plot, you schedule. We did. We arrived in time to take the advertised tour of Glasgow Cathedral. We discovered they had stopped the schedule a while back. They were doing tours by request as people arrived. We got a private tour guide for a couple hours. I arrived without any expectation. I never worked with a plan, just a vague vision. Upon arrival the guard admonished the girls to use the exit side of the entrance; they had to circle back and around. We found out why the stained glass was modernized and replaced by donors and groups. I discovered you have to be on site in order to really know how things work. It all fit. We had a great day!
I limit myself to a post a day. Jules, long ago admonished me. Too many posts were too many and too confusing. So, I cheat. She never complained about more than one pic per post. Still… I pick by browsing Lightroom. And an image strikes me. Sometimes they are not perfect – most times. But there is this” je ne sais quois” look. Done. This one made me smile. You’re just going along minding your own business and then you are “struck.” It wasn’t even an image I flagged in my first pass. But, in retrospect, it’s different, out of my norm. … too many images, too little time… I know I have not gone deep into my library. It’s a regret, no time to dwell.
Ubiquitous Chip restaurant was near the top of every list for restaurants in my online search. We were curious. The name derived and was counter to chips – they served none. The food was pretty. The service was great. We were glad we came. I think probably once was enough. That’s just my opinion. The potatoes were good.
I wish I had a better picture. I don’t. I probably shouldn’t bother to post this. I did. Some things strike me. Where have I been? This is totally new fashion for me. It’s tights? Stockings? It was a stocking and tight seamlessly meshed to give the appearance of shorts, stockings, and leggings in one swoop. The effect is oddly eye catching. If I had another view you’d catch on. Meanwhile, this mom was escorting a group of school kids to the museum. I found this vaguely disconcerting.
Who knew? Cranston – Stuart and Catherine. They invented it. He thought of it; she ran with it as his biggest competitor. A famous architect of the time designed her Willow Tea shop. It’s all retold in the Kelvin Grove museum. And! We had a reservation that very afternoon. How neatly serendipitous is that! Really! The décor was as it was shown in the museum right down to the distinct high-backed chairs. My research assistant (wife) outdid herself this time, for sure! Chuckle, I was tickled pink!
Rain! What’s new? We ducked into a card shoppe to avoid getting soaked. Even our umbrella was too feeble. Great Britain, Scotland, Glasgow… don’t much care for 45. In fact, I would daresay that they get it better than most do at home. It’s nice to know that you can fool some of the people some of the time. And, the rest are there to remind you that the world order is not entirely insane. I don’t suppose our fearless leader can/would find a welcome in the UK.
Oh! Don’t forget Boris. He’s about as popular as our own dear leader.
Fifth Avenue, Rodeo Drive… Buchanan Street, Glasgow, the mere mention of the name connotes an image – shopping. Buy? That is up to you. it was a (naturally) rainy evening and the action was in full swing – DJ’s more than a few, antics, and plaid underwear. Tourists and locals all mingled and enjoyed.