I Was Not There…

So I can’t tell you much about it. I know that people were wondering if the recent dropping of the fence, the truck tire tracks in the mud, the clearing of neighboring grounds, the sudden dash of activity, the loud noises coming from inside the buildings, the strange absence of No Trespassing signs and the…

Travel to the Macroverse

In 2008 while living in Vancouver, I started playing with macro photography. I could not afford good glass and wasn’t sure I was ready for it any way. So I experimented with all kinds of low-cost alternatives, most cumbersome and awkward, in various combinations of camera, tripod, focusing rails, bellows, extensions tubes, rings and reverse…

Biltong Meets Mold, Dies

It’s over. The biltong recovery failed. New mold grew so fast on my rescued blitong bits that I could almost see it move. At Marie’s suggestion, I decided to at least take a look at the microscopic universe that was invading the delicacy and setup my makeshift macro gear, but I did a poor job…