I’m privileged to have some very talented photographers among my friends, but my photos are generally rather pedestrian. However, this is one of my favorite photos I have ever taken (in spite of having cut off the top of the arch).
Courtyard and Minaret of the Mosque of Ibn Tulun
Cairo, Egypt, June 27, 1994
Taken with a mid-1980s point-and-shoot Kodak VR35 K10(?) on Ektrachrome
Scanned in the mid-to-late-1990s, probably with Photoshop 5 on some version of a Nikon Coolscan, in an era when when 640×480 screens were pretty standard and 1024×786 was positively huge, hard disks were measured in megabytes, and no-one foresaw Retina or 4K displays (so, sorry it’s so small It filled about ⅓ of a standard screen back then)
More information about what’s depicted can be found on my Egypt pictures page.
Last week I was on <gasp> vacation and was completely offline for the longest period of time since our trip to Norway and Germany in 2008. Even better, I was out in the country (the undeveloped mountains of western North Carolina, to be precise) and (mostly) away from the cities, development, and commercialism. It was nice.
So while I wasn’t learning new and exciting things via Daring Airlinepilot, I did manage to enrich my knowledge in a few areas:
- Apparently it is possible to win the National Gingerbread House Competition™ without making a gingerbread house at all (tune in to Good Morning America on Christmas Eve to see more if you’re a fan of elaborate food-and-candy structures).
- There are so-called “Black Friday” crowds even at historic country stores in small communities tucked into out-of-the-way valleys.
- It’s possible to be in a cabin in the mountains with outside temperatures in the 30s (°F), no heat on, sleeping bag unzipped, and still be sweating all night!
- My body told me that I’m now too old to be able to sleep on hard ground with only a closed-cell foam pad under my sleeping bag.
I’m in a bit of a posting malaise right now, with lots I want to write about but little energy to make it happen when I have the time.
As a step in the right direction, though, I offer these links to some nifty graphics to keep your mind sharp for the weekend:
- Tallest Mountain to Deepest Ocean Trench from Our Amazing Planet
- I never realized the Statue of Liberty was so short!
- Locals and Tourists from Eric Fischer
- Having been a tourist in nearly a dozen of these places, a former resident of one,1 and a general geography buff, it’s fascinating to see the places we find interesting, and the differences around the world (Greater Cairo, for instance, has a relatively low density of photographs, and an even-lower density of definable locals—but it is fun to see the tourists on felucca rides in the Nile!).
1 Or two, by the definition used in the compilation—had I uploaded any photos to Flickr, of course. ↩
Ingrid & Martin, banquet hall at Ekebergrestauranten, Oslo, July 5, 2008
One of the longest and most enjoyable days of my life, from the Oslo heat wave to the rumbles of Thor to the Norwegian speeches and the cake and dancing long into the night. Congratulations again, Martin and Ingrid; I’m thinking of you fondly again on this day.
Since Olso’s been stalking me lately, I thought it would be appropriate to post this, the one thing you need to know if you’ve been invited to a Norwegian wedding without being filled in on the details of a traditional Norwegian wedding reception:
If you’re lucky, you’ll find this sign adjacent to your table.