Life and its many opportunities
I often walk to the supermarket for our weekly shop. This morning I noticed these pretty purple flowers (roses?) on a street corner.
Google Photos tries hard to come up with creative variations. Its attempt for this one didn’t quite work out, though:
My son and I made our annual pilgrimage to Modiin’s Independence Day celebrations to watch the fireworks. As usual, it was a spectacular display, and we stuck around for all three parts of the show.
I took my Nikon camera with me to see if I could capture some decent photos with it too. I intended to take my tripod with me, but didn’t in the end. Instead, I propped my camera up on a bag and left it to capture two 10 second exposure shots of the second round of fireworks.
Even though the images are blurred, I like the outcome for the most part. I also shot some video of the second show with my Nikon:
We almost missed the third part of the show. They started about 15 minutes late and we were on our way out of the park when the fireworks started. It was a spectacular conclusion to the evening for us.
I went for a walk this morning to drop off some (long) overdue library books. I took my camera along with me and captured some of the construction in the city.
One of the aspects I like about Spring in our city are these flowers. They only flower for a short time, and I tend to photograph them every year (except, perhaps, last year).
These flowers seem to all over Modiin. I have no idea what they’re called but they’re pretty.
I had a couple things to do in the city this morning and my route took me past Park Annabe, one of Modi’in’s central features. The buildings along the horizon to the right are part of a new neighbourhood that is nearing completion.
I’ve been meaning to come past this way for a couple weeks to update my photos of the new neighbourhood so I’m glad I had that chance this morning. I have a couple more photos on my DSLR that I’ll edit in the coming days.
Here are a couple photos I took with my DSLR:
I especially like this panorama that Lightroom stitched together for me:
I discovered an eclectic collection of city benches this last weekend.
It happened when I went for a walk over the weekend to a local library to drop off some overdue books. I took my camera with me and returned with both the library books (there was a problem with the drop-off option) and an album of photographs from the walk.
The benches are mostly in a park along a busy road although the most interesting one was outside the library building itself.
The paint on some of the wooden benches looked somewhat faded and weathered. The resulting look appeals to me.
This next one is particularly striking, for some reason.
Some benches seem to have a voice that hints at an unspoken story, like this one:
I enjoy walking around my city with my camera. It’s proving to be a great way to explore the city and its nuances. You can view my complete album from that solo photowalk on Flickr.
I went for a walk through part of Modi’in yesterday and shared photos from the walk on Flickr. I noticed that the photos I took with my phone were geolocated at the correct location but, for some reason, Flickr tagged the locations as “Ram Allah, West Bank, Palestine”.
Here is an example (I geolocated my Nikon photos at the same location as my phone photos):
Flickr uses OpenStreetMap for its maps. When I clicked on the map preview in the image, it took me to Modi’in (which is correct) and yet the caption on the photos is a totally different city.
I don’t read Arabic so I couldn’t tell you exactly where Ramallah is on OpenStreetMap through Flickr’s map interface but here are Modi’in and Ramallah in Google Maps:
Leaving aside whether the caption in Flickr, “Ram Allah, West Bank, Palestine”, is a correct designation in itself, why are my photos tagged with that location when their actual locations are very much in Modi’in in Central Israel?
I’m sure the explanation for this is an interesting one.
My wife and I were walking back from the mall yesterday and the clouds started to clear. The light that struck parts of the city was, well, striking.