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.
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 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.
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.
The folks in Scotland are a hardy lot. They walk around in the cool weather without proper dress. I would submit that you must be cold. You look cold. But as a kid I walked out of the house without an umbrella into the rain.
It’s the streets. Anything goes. It’s Scotland. Bag pipes! Statues have been done elsewhere. They are still fun. Harry Who? Owls are there on the street for the public to see and touch. After all it’s Harry Potter land. Fun.
… not Halloween. I took this pic of the kids. It spooked them. I take pics of kids and groups all the time, no harm done and none intended. But it was the moment and the glance that says it all. The girls quickly moved along immediately thereafter. Sorry kids, I did not mean to spook you guys.
Mike and Jen took us to the traveling “wall.” It’s ¾ scale to the original wall in Washington DC. All the names are there. the “picture” is the reflection. I’ve done it. I did it. I discovered it on my own. I discovered a lot of people did it before me as they will do it after me. I am of an age where the contemporaries to the Vietnam war are diminishing more rapidly. There’s nothing pithy to say about the memorial but one thinks about how many lives on the wall were never fulfilled. It moves me to think of what might have been and the cost we have paid.
Perspective. I have written about this in the past. It’s not so easy to achieve. I did it again. The beach looks like it’s teeming with people. That would be telescopic perspective bringing the fore and background crowding together. There weren’t as many people as the picture implies. Mermaids! That is what struck me about this beach cover-up. Ha! She made me look! It was the end of summer weekend at the beach.