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Coriolistic Anachronisms,
a Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

Truffle!
February 24, 2016
This was Marie's outrageously delicious gift recently, once-in-a-lifetime splurge - or maybe more, who knows, hard to resist once you know the way. We accommodated our truffle six or seven different ways, my favorite being a very simple pasta dish which reminded me of a fun dinner at Manhattan's A Voce years ago when Marie's mother had been visiting and full MINO* was in effect. There is something viscerally raw and gripping to walking into an apartment that smells of truf...
Devinette Macro
February 23, 2016
Shot with my makeshift macro rig, a reverse-mounted 50 mm lens and a can of Pringles attached to my flash for close-up directional lighting. I lazily skipped the focusing rail and paid dearly with lousy focus. So, very shallow depth of field, and you are looking at a few millimeters worth of surface. ...
And Koken Bites the Dust
February 22, 2016
After enduring years of disappointment by the team who started SlideShowPro, abandoned it, then began working on Koken only to sell it once they were bored with it too, I was on edge. Then recently having to seek technical help from the folks at NetObjects who acquired it, I was asked for my FTP credentials as only form of support and after hesitating, I reluctantly agreed. The support team then proceeded to wipe my .htaccess* file without making a backup. When confronted, th...
A 'Possum in Brooklyn
February 10, 2016
All right, well this is impromptu and of the lowest quality, but I'm not sure either one of us had seem an opossum in the city, ever. Marie came home saying there were two of them in the front garden next door, so I jumped three feet in the air, grabbed my camera, a jacket, and fumbled out the door while feverishly setting my ISO as high as it would go. It was just before six in the evening and darkness was almost complete; shooting with a 300mm lens, I had to compromise....
A Lazy Blogger's Guide to Enlightenment
February 9, 2016
Now that I have your attention, I shall begin with a disclaimer: it was a ruse. The purpose of this post is merely to report on the state of things, not to instruct you on how to alter them. The latter you will have to learn by yourself. My blogging activity has recently dwindled to the trickle of a faucet in a drought. Work has been keeping me on my toes during the day, and wide awake at night while the toes are resting. In addition my core website, Vincent Mounier Photog...
Coney Island in the Snow
January 25, 2016
Jonas, the whale of a storm that engulfed the Northeast this weekend, has sailed on to meet the Atlantic Ocean and worry some boats. According to the Weather Channel, New York City's Central Park recorded some 26.8 inches of snow, second only to the 2006 storm - and by only one tenth of an inch - in the last hundred and forty years. While the media was cashing in with a few reported deaths, whipping shoveling-induced and carbon-monoxide-related deaths into a saucy omele...
Winter Storm Jonas Tickles The 'Hood
January 23, 2016
I might have been running in shorts and a t-shirt on Christmas Eve but winter has finally arrived, nature slamming down its first winter storm on the Northeast like a hand slaps an ace at the table, ending the game. Jonas arrives with a pedigree, I guess, distinguished heir of a series of blizzards which for your convenience I have documented here. Marie is quite sick so we kept our afternoon walk short but we could not resist going out. NYC is blessed receiving this on...
The Namaqualand Bloom, Part 4 - The Ghost Farm
From picturesque Nieuwoudtville we drove up a low dorsal in the fields, etched with mesmerizing green and orange patches, and doing so we left the Namaqualand proper behind, having changed provinces, switched weather patterns, traded low lands for higher grounds and returned to the Karoo which had been my first off-the-road crush when I initially visited South Africa. As if a magic slate had been shaken, flowers thinned then dispersed, dryness returned and the road that...
'Twas The Night Before Christmas... And I Was Running In My Shorts And T-Shirt
December 24, 2015
One had to be there to believe it. This season has been all over the place but we have got to be shattering records. I never thought I would be sweating on a late afternoon run into dusk, on Christmas Eve, in New York City. The photos are my phone's - mea culpa - and the hand was hurried and not always so steady. So here is the proof, even though I could not get my app to show the date - No less than 22°C or 72°F! To be clear, I have not suddenly opened a fountain of...
Waterfront Snapshot, A Night, A Run
December 16, 2015
With the next installment to The Namaqualand Bloom likely delayed until after Christmas, I'll try and post casual glimpses of this and that in the meantime. Below is a very average picture of the view down the East River on my current run home from 34th Street. I have now traded the Hudson waterfront for the East Side of Manhattan, and while a bit too close to the FDR highway, the path offers great views of the three southernmost bridges into Williamsburg and Brooklyn. So ...
Quick Update
December 11, 2015
Those of you reading this blog on a semi-regular basis will have guessed. I find myself quite busy these days and experiencing a serious shortage of a quintessential ingredient to blogging: time. Between the holidays, approaching like the light at the end of the tunnel which one knows all too well to be a train, the complete rebuilding of my computer - it had been dragging its tired chips for much too long - and the bloody battle for domination endlessly fought by my work and...
The Namaqualand Bloom, Part 3 - A Canyon Through the Flowers
Nieuwoudtville is a quaint, otherworldly little town sitting squarely at a biased crossroads in the middle of immense fields. The main artery is the very ordinary R27 leading inland from semi-coastal N7, up the escarpment, across the border between the Western and Northern Cape provinces and into the Karoo proper, towards Calvinia. At about a right angle and slicing right through town, a dirt road lazily offers travel alternatives as well as farming access, disappearing nort...