Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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Verse And Worse
For Barney Rubble
But I need some more cred
For his close buddy Fred
One-Knight Stand
Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON
Roar Talent
Hoax calls to Dublin Zoo for Rory Lion and G Raffe are jamming its telephone switchboard. Up to 5000 unsuspecting victims of a practical joke are flooding the phone lines at the Phoenix park attraction. Callers now hear a specially recorded message: "If you are calling to speak to Mr Rory Lion, C Lion, G Raffe or anyone similar please be aware that you are the victim of a hoax message."
FOOTNOTE: What about Anna Condor?
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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Verse And Worse
If you live on the savannah
You won’t need a wedding planner
If you wear a tux and britches
Night On The Tiles
Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON
These stairs at Southbank are normally crowded, at any time of day. But when I took this shot, about six weeks ago, the area was unusually deserted. I waited for a couple of office workers to walk through the area before shooting this frame.
There is so much symmetry in this scene, yet so much of it is asymmetrical as well. The first five steps are curved, while the next flight of stairs is straight. The railings embrace three different orientations - straight at the top, angled in the middle section and curved at the bottom.
Even when you look at the tiles and the grouting between them, the parallax factor endows the scene with a certain perspective that is normally impossible to achieve in a field of vision that is only about five or six metres long.
The colours are so strong and so vibrant in what can be "seen" in the shot. Yet it is the unseen elements in this frame that provide such an intriguing reflection of soft, pastel shades in the tiles themselves. The silvery-blue streak is actually the sky, reflected through the glass atrium high above where I was standing.
It's a bit like life - you see so much more when you study it carefully.
The Prints Of Wales
An English village is holding a referendum on defecting to Wales - for benefits such as free prescriptions and free hospital car parking. Residents of Audlem, Cheshire, nine miles from the Welsh border, have organised an online poll asking villagers whether it is time to break away from England.
FOOTNOTE: Borderline case.
Monday, April 28, 2008
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Verse And Worse
According to my pastor
You can earmark Mozart
If it sinks - Disaster
This Contest Rocks
Let's see how observant you are. Can you guess what I've photographed here? A pile of gravel for roadworks? Crushed rocks, perhaps? A bowl of cereal? Keep looking .... and do leave me a comment saying what you think this is.
Okay, here's your answer. It's a macro shot of a spoonful of coffee, Nescafe Blend 43. I shot this outdoors, using the superb SMC Pentax-DA 1:2.8mm macro lens.
(The Odd Shots concept came from Katney. Say "G'day" to her.)
The Mare The Merrier
A Hungarian singer ended up in the orchestra pit after the horse he was sitting on bolted mid-performance. Zoltan Bereczky's mount took off when he broke into song at a musical adaptation of Geza Gardonyi's The Stars of Eger at the national theatre in Szeged, Hungary. The orchestra managed to keep on playing and Bereczky was treated for a sprained shoulder.
FOOTNOTE: Bridle waltz.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Pygmalion Auditions, This Way
Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON
On Wednesday I was driving down Princes Highway when I spotted an unusual sight on a grass verge to my left. It was a lifesize figure (probably fibreglass) of a pig and a lawnmower. But even though I had my camera with me, as I always do, I was in the wrong lane to pull over.
So on Thursday I made sure to slow down and pull over at the right place. To my delight, the pig sported a few additional details, obviously provided by the garden care centre nearby. As you can see, he was wearing a carefully crafted "jacket" made of fake turf. In addition, this being the Australian Rules football season, someone had wrapped a St Kilda Football Club scarf around the animal's neck.
And if you look carefully at his hindquarters, you'll be able to see how good his jacket is. Now look at his hind hooves and you'll see another intriguing detail - good, sturdy, trusty brown boots like those worn by thousands of tradesmen in this country.
I wonder if the lawn-mowing pig is really a subtle advertisement for a sequel to Spike Lee's film Mo Better Blues?
Check out the rules at Camera Critters or go to Misty Dawn.Weekend Wandering
The question is: Who was the most important person in your childhood?
Verse And Worse
How d'you call Ghostbusters
Is the question I always ask
As wraiths appear in clusters
The Sunday Roast
The first of the standard weekly questions: Why do you blog?
I blog because the world clearly needs more of me. Seriously though, in 2005, I started blogging to keep my family and friends posted on our happenings. It was a great way to quickly share stories and photos. Slowly though, I began to get visitors from outside my circle of family and friends. At first, this was confusing for me. I didn't really understand, though charming, talented, and stunningly interesting, why anyone would want to read my blog. I actually found the answer in my interest in reading other people's blogs.
Over time, I grew attached to my other blog friends and they became attached to the nest. It is the ultimate technological symbiotic relationship. I also love when we see friends or family after long absences from each other and they inform me how they have been keeping up with our family via the blog. This is always such a nice surprise. Furthermore, my Mom and I have always had a wonderful real-life relationship, but I absolutely adore our virtual relationship; the way she supports and critiques my blog...the way she is always commenting and interacting with others on my blog...it is just another wonderful part of our already fantastic mother-son relationship.
What's the story behind your blog name?
The Egel Nest was a natural fit. My last name is Egel ... pronounced like the bird "eagle." We have always called our house The Egel Nest. Our answering machine usually states, "You've reached The Egel Nest," and so on. So, it was really an easy choice. I also like the idea that the blog has become a friendly and safe place for friends, family, and blog buddies to come and "kibbitz" (chat). The idea of a nest fits in well with these principles.
What is the best thing about being a blogger?
My favorite thing about being a blogger is that I always have somewhere to direct people when they want to know more about me and my family. If someone wants to see recent pictures of our son...go to the blog. If someone wants to read fun stories about our family...go to the blog. If someone is melancholy and downtrodden...we'll cheer you up...go to the blog. I also love being part of a community that understands my issues with blogging whether they are technological or emotional. Bloggers understand bloggers!
What key advice would you give to a newbie blogger?
My advice would be three-fold. 1.) At first many bloggers struggle to gain visitors and/or people leaving comments. The key, I have found, is to regularly visit other peoples' blogs and
you will soon see your traffic pick up dramatically. 2.) Try not to create a blog that is too "busy." I find blogs that are messy and/or chaotic to be quite distracting. This also may slow your blog's load time and this can be frustrating for readers. 3.) Last, but maybe most importantly, don't feel obligated to blog unless you have something you really want to write about. I find people blogging about their blogging frustrations a lot. I don't really understand this. Doesn't this violate some fundamental law of physics? Writing about writer's block? Maybe it is cathartic for some, but for me I find that people who blog for the long haul (people who stick around for more than the first year) write when they feel passionate and enjoy and do other things when they don't feel like blogging.
What is the most significant blog post you've ever read?
Without divulging the source, the most touching blog or series of blogs were from a person chronicling their battle with cancer. They eventually passed away. Perhaps this is an unfair question as I have had so many influential blogs that I have read over time. (Including some right here on Authorblog)!
Thank you for the compliment, Bradley. What is the most significant blog post you've ever written?
Although I love tooting my own horn, at least in the privacy of my own home, it is hard to pick one blog that stands out the most. But I think the post I wrote about my Stepfather Bruce, a Vietnam war veteran, would have to be right up there with my finest work. Not because of my writing skill...it was an interview after all...but because it made me feel wonderful to share his heroic tales with the blogosphere. You can find this post at Interview For Veterans' Day. Thanks David for this interesting and thought-provoking interview series. I look forward to reading about other bloggers!
Today's Sunday Roast with Bradley is the thirteenth in a weekly series of interviews with bloggers from around the world.
Home Is Where The Hearth Is
A Russian man returned from holiday to find his entire two-storey house had been stolen by a neighbour who took it apart brick by brick and sold all the contents. Only the foundations were left. Police investigating the theft found out that a neighbour had sold the bricks and window frames, and even the kitchen sink.
FOOTNOTE: Mortar-fied.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Verse And Worse
He spoke in riddles, he wrote in code
I’ve gone into Windtalker mode
Who knows what Uncle Jasper meant
Looking For A Sign
Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON
April 2005. Gold Coast, Queensland. Canon EOS 3000.
With my background in science and mathematics, I was intrigued by this huge street sign that pointed the way to Infinity. But there were no complicated calculations involved. Infinity is not a suburb, just the name of a nightclub. In order to get the perspective I wanted for this shot, I had to stand on a narrow median strip as puzzled drivers wondered what this crazy tourist was doing. I shot only one frame, because I figured I had nailed it.
May 1999. Juneau, Alaska. Ricoh Instamatic.
I shot this during an unforgettable cruise around the Alaskan ports. The Red Dog Saloon in Juneau has featured on my blog in the past. It has a great atmosphere, plenty of buzz and plenty of humour. This shot, taken in challenging light, shows an interesting piece of signage. The little trap says "Texas Bear Trap" and the huge one says: "Alaska Mouse Trap". In the early days of the Saloon, the owners used to send a donkey down to the wharf to attract tourists. The animal bore a sign that said "Follow my ass to the Red Dog Saloon."
You can read my teetotal guide to Alaskan pubs at Called To The Bar.
August 1999, Eyre Peninsula, South Australia. Ricoh Instamatic.
This is probably the most famous piece of signage anywhere in Australia. The highway sign showing camel, wombat and kangaroo contrasts beautifully with the white-grey bitumen and the crisp blue sky. Little did I realise when I did this Outback trip that I would place two chapters of my novel "Vegemite Vindaloo" slap-bang in the middle of this spectacular piece of the country I live in.
September 2006. Albury, New South Wales. Pentax K100D.
Clear blue late-spring sky. Bright red roof. Highly visible yellow signs. Does the one to the left of the TV aerial make sense to you? Does it? Really? Look again. It says "Keep Right, Mate" but the arrow points left. You can catch it at the famous Ettamogah Pub, where it is a famous landmark on the roof of a pub - along with an Aussue ute, or utility vehicle. The photograph below was taken at the same place on a stormy day last month, March 2008, and gives you a better look at the sign, through a 300mm Sigma lens.
It was harder shooting this against the dark clouds, but you can see the other sign more clearly than you can in the earlier shot. Loading Zone? On the rickety tin roof? Yeah, right! But remember - anything's possible in Australia.
September 2006. Albury, New South Wales. Pentax K100D.
This shot of the sign with the fake bullet holes was taken behind the Ettamogah Pub, near the souvenir shop. Just don't fight over it.
September 2005. Bala, Ontario, Canada. Canon EOS 3000.
I actually pulled up to shoot this photograph on a bridge over the beautiful Bala Falls in Muskoka, a region that figures in my forthcoming novel. Looks like just another sign, right? Now look at the image below, which is simply a cropped version of the original.
Despite the sign saying "Danger", there's a bloke on the rocks below the bridge, fishing in a spot he probably frequents all the time.
March 2008. Albury, New South Wales. Pentax K100D.
Remember the Queen in Lewis Carroll's "Alice In Wonderland"? The Queen who said the rule was "Jam yesterday, jam tomorrow but never jam today." This sign greets patrons (and countless tourists) at the Ettamogah Pub. And in case you think of returning the next day for several free cans of icy-cold Aussie-brewed Foster's beer, the sign will thwart you once more. It's always there!
Sermon On The Mounted Bull
Another round and amen! Beer was on tap and a mechanical bull inspired the sermon as a new church held its inaugural service in a Sidney, Ohio bar. The barroom church is an offshoot of Sidney United First Methodist Church. The sermon compared staying on the bar's mechanical bull to learning how to get along in life.
FOOTNOTE: Praise the Lord and pass the ammo notion.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Verse And Worse
Up the bush in Turramurra
There's a raucous kookaburra
He laughs at those who aren't too sober
Another Anzac Day Dawns
The pine tree at the Shrine. Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON
Under the clear blue Melbourne sky, there is a famous monument to one of the bravest men ever to wear an Australian military uniform. His name is Private John Simpson Kirkpatrick and he is enshrined in folklore as "the man with the donkey".
Today is ANZAC Day, a national day of commemoration in Australia and New Zealand to honour those who fought at Gallipoli in 1915, during World War I. The word Anzac is an acronym derived from Australia and New Zealand Army Corps and the solemn day here in Melbourne begins with a dawn service at the Shrine of Remembrance.
Not far from where the bugler sounds the Last Post and the Eternal Flame burns with an audible hiss in the reverent silence, old men with medals on their chests and a quiver on their lips stand to attention and the young children gather to honour the memory of those lost in battle, there is a tree. A pine tree. A historic pine tree. It is grown from the seeds of a pine tree that stood not far from where young men died in that battle.
Under the shade of that tree there is a statue. It shows a man in uniform leading a donkey by a tether. On the donkey is a wounded man. He slumps towards the muleteer, who supports him with his right arm. The man with the donkey is Private Simpson.
He was born in 1892 in England and as a young boy he worked with donkeys at a fair. Later, he joined the merchant navy but jumped ship in Australia in 1914. He then enlisted in the Australian army. Eight months later, as a stretcher bearer with the Australian Imperial Force, he was in the midst of the carnage at Gallipoli.
From the 25th of April onwards, Private Simpson risked his life several times a day to carry wounded soldiers to safety - on the backs of donkeys. On the 19th of May, while traversing Shrapnel Gully with yet another wounded soldier, he was killed by machine gun fire. He was 22 years old.
This morning, as the sun rises over the Shrine, they will utter the words: "They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the evening, we will remember them."
That is our greatest tribute to the Anzacs. We will remember them.
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ME AND POPPY McGEE: I have a huge appreciation for the way Google incorporates special graphics into the corporate logo on its home page to commemorate special occasions. And yes, I understand that these representations (for instance, the famous Google rendering of Lego) are not commissioned on the basis of "donations" or corporate payments in any way. But if you click on Google today, you'll notice an interesting error. The logo incorporates a poppy, not an Anzac symbol. Yes, the poppy is a generic symbol of wartime homage, but it is specifically connected to 11 November, which is Armistice Day or Remembrance Day. We wear poppies in our lapels on November. Today, Anzac Day, we wear badges to honour the Diggers. There's still time for Google to correct this ....
Window Pain
A five-star hotel in China has dressed its window cleaners as Spider-Man in an effort to avoid disturbing guests. A spokesman for the Shanghai Sheraton Hotel says: "Nobody wants to see a person suddenly appear outside their window, so we thought of dressing them as movie characters.” Many guests have asked to have their photos taken with them.
FOOTNOTE: Spider pic, Spider pic.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Grass Roots Movement
Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON
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Verse And Worse
My uncle courted nurses
He wrote to them in verses
But he found himself completely stuck
N Is For Neutral
Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON
To his eternal credit, one of my brothers decided to teach me how to drive an Ambassador when I was eleven years old. By that time, I had paid close enough attention to know that when you started a stick-shift vehicle, you had to ensure it was in neutral.
Left foot on the clutch, right hand on the wheel, left hand on the gearshift. Make sure it's in neutral. Turn the key.
Simple, when you think about it now. But when you're eleven years old, you have lots of questions.
Like: what happens if you start the car and it looks like it's in neutral but it's not? So my brother showed me. He put it into first gear and started the engine. The car jerked startlingly forward and stalled.
Lesson learned. Always ensure it's in neutral. Never take anything for granted.
He was a great teacher. He was 23, a combat veteran who flew fighter jets. And in his eyes I guess I wasn't just some little tacker who was clamouring to drive - I was worthy of being given the chance.
I guess that says a lot about life as well, doesn't it? We only achieve when we are given the chance to do so, or when we create our own opportunities.
We lived in a huge house with a garden large enough to encompass a cricket pitch, a badminton court and a flower-bed area large enough to dwarf most present-day Australian suburban blocks.
On my first few lessons, my brother showed me how to juggle the daunting logistics of engaging the clutch, selecting the gear and releasing the clutch smoothly while using the accelerator to achieve movement.
Then one afternoon when not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, I got itchy feet. What's life without a challenge? The grown-ups were asleep, honouring the siesta tradition.
So I helped myself to the car keys, walked out and started it up. You see, our front gate was a tight fit and several experienced drivers had remarked to my Dad that while coming in and making an immediate ninety-degree right-hand turn was a challenge, it got considerably harder on the way out when their reflexes (and probably their eyesight, too) were slightly less sharp after a couple of glasses of Scotch.
So I turned the car around, went smoothly through the gate, drove down the avenue that was (and still is) fringed with palm trees, drove back through the gate, parked the car and put the keys back.
From memory, I didn't keep it a secret when the adults woke up. And from memory, I didn't get into strife either.
But when I think about the episode now, I cannot for the life of me remember how I turned the car around in the narrow lane to re-enter the house. I must have done a three-point turn, which is not a bad feat in an Ambassador with no power steering.
But more importantly, it was a lesson in life. That was the afternoon I learnt you can do anything - if you assess the risks, approach the challenge sensibly and with enough, er, drive.
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Porgy And Bless
A Russian priest has been tricked into giving a sacred blessing to a strip bar. Father Nickolai blessed the Studio 74 strip club in the city of Chelyabinsk after he was told it was a ballet school. The Orthodox priest claims he had no idea it was a strip club and that he had been tricked by the owners.
FOOTNOTE: Strip join.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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Verse And Worse
She revelled in his painting
We all did chant 'No, you can't'
When she spoke of fainting
Wheel Borrow
Sledgehammer Whammer
Six English policemen smashed their way into a Bolton house with sledgehammers - to find a school dinner lady having an early-morning cuppa. The drugs squad officers had got the wrong red brick terrace house. "Sorry, love, wrong house", they said. Greater Manchester Police issued a public apology and gave the startled woman a bouquet of flowers as workmen arrived promptly to repair her front window.
FOOTNOTE: Window gleaner.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Green Signal
Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON
This shot is for Anna Carson's Project Green. This mock necklace was lying on a table at home, so I shot it exactly where it was. It's just a toy, but it gave me vibrant colour as well as great depth of field, while the silver-gold "mock valuable look" provided some great light-halo effects in the immediate background.
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Verse And Worse
Up the dry red billabong
In the Bungle Bungle
You hear the joyous birdsong
Coca-Cooler
I shot this series of photographs on Saturday afternoon. I just thought I'd take some shots of Coco-Cola being poured into a glass and then maybe some images from above the glass, of the Coke swirling among the ice cubes. So I put the SMC Pentax-DA 1:2.8mm Macro on my camera and got the experiment under way.
This first shot (above) was taken while I held a two-litre bottle of Coke in my left hand and poured it into the glass, while shooting the scene by holding the camera in my right hand. Let me tell you that required some co-ordination!
Then I noticed the beautiful colours swirling round the glass so I took this shot while holding the glass outdoors. Again, I held the glass in my left hand and shot with my right.
Then I noticed the iceberg effect (above) in the glass, with one-tenth of this ice cube above the surface of the Coca-Cola and the rest of it below the surface.
But this macro lens is so good that it'll capture crisp images while almost touching the object, so I went in even closer for this shot (above). You can see the effervescence clearly as the bubbles rise - and the lens is still good enough to capture the sheen on the underneath of the ice, as well as the gradations of colour across the liquid.
I quickly realised this was far more fun than shooting boring shots from the top of the glass. Then I saw something that took me back to my senior Science classes in Year 10 and 11, where my physics teacher - a brilliant man - explained the intricacies of surface tension and capillary action. Look at the surface of the Coca-Cola in this shot (above) and you'll see that it appears to be undulating around the ice cubes, a fact recorded with startling clarity by this macro lens.
So of course, I had to go closer for the last shot in this series. Then I rang a good friend of mine, to find out the scientific term for the concave surface of the liquid. Mr T, as I fondly refer to him, had the answer immediately. It's called a "meniscus", he said - and it comes from the Greek word meaning "crescent". The curve is produced by a molecular response to the surface of the glass, as well as the blocks of ice.
Regular visitors to my blog know that I never enhance my photographs in any way. But until now, I've never used a macro lens good enough to shoot a meniscus with this sort of clarity. I guess you'd all agree that this series of shots from the side of the glass was far more rewarding than shooting it from the top, as I had originally intended.
Hard-Boiled Tactics
Children at a Chinese junior school have each been given a pet egg - to encourage them to play less boisterously. Pupils at Jinkangyuan elementary school in Kunming city have been told to keep their eggs with them at all times. The pupil who keeps an egg the longest without breaking it being named the 'Egg Star'.
FOOTNOTE: Coming out of their shell.
Monday, April 21, 2008
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Verse And Worse
Ice Spy
Get the 300mm Sigma lens off the camera. Put the new macro lens on, the SMC Pentax-DA 1:2.8mm Macro Limited. Fire off three or four random frames. Like I said, random frames.
Much later, check the shots on the computer screen. Aaaaaaargh, can I kick myself. Why? Let me explain. Like I said, they were random shots to show the ice glinting in the sunlight like crystal shards.
Look closer at the ice block on the left. Look at the edge of the ice block. See the miniature crystal fence forming along the edge? No, you can't really see it here, because these are scaled-down, low-resolution versions of the original shot. So let me give you a closer look ....
Now you can see why I wanted to kick myself. Even though the "crystal fence" on the top edge of the ice block was too small to spot with the naked eye, I should have taken some close-in shots like I normally do. The rare sight was more priceless than a Swarovski beard on a crystal figure of Santa Claus.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to spend the next 24 hours wearing a hand-printed sign that says "Kick Me".
Which is a bit like Roberta Flack's big hit, "Kicking me softly with your song, kicking me softly ....."
(The Odd Shots concept came from Katney. Say "G'day" to her.)