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This is a photo that was actually taken about 15 minutes before my last Skywatch Friday entry (spot the roof of the building below in the other photo!) This is one of the few times that a photo has actually captured both the beauty and the gentle illumination of the clouds accurately. Normally what you see in person, while striking, doesn’t actually look like the photos you take — photos of sunsets are usually overexposed or burned out, swamped in…

In an attempt to spice things up a little, I’m going to be podcasting a few blog entries — they’ll simply be an unabridged reading of the entry, possibly with a variety of retarded localised accents to make things interesting. I have no idea if it’ll work well or at all but I may as well give it a try — perhaps continue surfing the web while I read to you in the background? Forgive the vanity to your right……

This photo was used in another entry on my blog, but I’m going to write a little bit more about it — and, also, you might want to just look at pretty photos, rather than trawl through a whole blog entry. Though, there’s a podcast, if you want to listen to a Brit rambling on about not much in particular, and another pretty photo of Venice. Anyway, the photo, taken in October 2008 from the banks of the river Arno…

If you can’t see the audio player, you’ll have to view it on my blog. But it’s only a minute long, and not that exciting, so you can probably skip it, unless you want to hear my impression of a throat-cancer victim. If you hadn’t gathered already, I’m big and imposing, like two conjoined Pavarotti Siamese twins. I’m a fairly prolific person; I don’t do things on a small scale. When I take photos, I take a lot of photos…

Here are two photos from my short trip to Poland in 2008. If you want more info about Poland, or my fun stay there, and more pretty photos, you can read one of my stories that I posted earlier today! This is a post for Skywatch Friday.

(There are photos further down, so if you don’t like reading and stuff, just scroll down.) In the spring, in May, England is blanketed in beautiful blooms and that gorgeous, bitter lime green of plants coming back to life. In the summer, for those glorious two weeks, England is lovely, lazy and hazy, but a little humid. In the autumn we have acre upon acre of auburn, golden, crinkly-leaved forests to walk through. Crunch, crunch. The sun, an hour before…