Night off (nearly)
It’s been a long day and I have three guest blogs pending . . . all of which need something done to them before I can use them. SIIIIIIIGH. But it’s still Wednesday, and I need a night off. So let’s have a few arbitrary hellhound and Hampshire countryside photos, and then I think I might try the going to bed early* thing again.
Because WordPress is an evil ratbag from Orthanc’s subbasement, I’m not going to be able to attach individual text to the photo where it belongs** so I’ll just mutter a bit here before I get started. Remember Peter’s poem Meme?*** This is the field. And at the end of June the crop should be nearly twice this height—that’s the lack of rain. The ground is friable rock, and I’m not finding complaining about the battering heat as funny as I did a fortnight ago.
And some day I’m going to get a photo of Darkness doing his dropping-down-a-gear and nailing Chaos trick—but today wasn’t the day either. One of the problems is that it happens so fast. Unless I’m already in the middle of taking a photo I’ll probably miss it—the damn camera takes a couple of seconds to recover. Running hellhounds circumnavigate the planet in seconds.
The last photo is just . . . one of my favourite views. You’ve had this shot before at different times of year and I guarantee you’ll get it again.
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* Okay, earlier
** No, since you ask, I haven’t tried to figure out the caption widget. But I don’t want captions. I want text to stick where I put it.
*** http://www.peterdickinson.com/TheWeir.html It’s the last poem on the page, so keep scrolling.
GODS, DEVILS, IMPS AND MINIONS OF ENTROPY BUT I HATE WORDPRESS. NO, THERE DOESN’T SEEM TO BE ANYTHING I CAN DO ABOUT THE THREE ASTERISKS SEVENTEEN POINT TWO MILES ABOVE THE REST OF THE FOOTNOTE. WHAT THE SWEET BLEEDING SOMETHING OR OTHER ARE ALL THE FRELLING UPDATES ABOUT WHEN THE WORDPRESS ADMIN CAN’T FIX A FEW BASICS ABOUT THE DANGLEFRABBING PHOTO HANDLING?
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