thoughts escaping my mind
So the Angsana Tree at Braddell Road was hacked down on Sunday.
I was away over the weekend and on Monday, I had to go to Toa Payoh and took this picture:
*note the brakes engaged in the car ahead.
What took 80 years to grow, was felled down in one day.
Just a few months back, I drove up Braddell Road.
I’d not driven up this road in ages, and realised that there was a tree right in the middle of the road.
It was great. I was surprised, a little taken aback and wondering if I’d taken the right split in the road.
But it was the same road. It was just a tree in the way. And I thought to myself. Wow! The government actually left this tree there. It was really cool.
And then today, I see this article in The Straits Times – U-turn: End of the road for 80-year-old tree in Braddell by T. Rajan. Continue reading “The Angsana Tree”
For the benefit of my curious friend – maybe even friends – I shall describe the steps used to make my tilt shift lens ver 2.
No, it’s not the latest satellite dish with live feed. It’s Sumo, just back from being castrated. And boy did he look miserable.
Last night, I was obliged to attend Rhythm of Life, a charity concert in support of the Adventist Home for the Elders, Adventist Nursing and Rehabilitation Centre and Adventist Community Services.
The concert featured Filipino Sal Malaki of the LA Opera and The Golden Angels from Korea.
I took the opportunity to test out the in-ear binaurals I got from The Sound Professionals and borrowed an old MiniDisc player. (Until the Samson Zoom H2 Handy Recorder is released, I’m sticking with this old mini-disc.)
It being the first time I’ve recorded a live show, I missed out the beginning of the first song. Which was fine anyway, because the levels were too high and the sound got distorted. Then I might have gotten too conservative and made the levels too low. Finally, I ran out of tape and missed out the last two songs.
These songs are best heard on headphones to hear the direction of chatter, laughter and so on. You can even pick me up sniffing.
This is Sal Malaki with God and God Alone. There’s some distortion at the loud parts. Still, I enjoyed it.
… hard to photograph.
It’s a long time since I’ve been excited about pictures. Sure, it’s nice to copy pictures from the memory card to the computer and see what you have.
But the surprise from a roll of film inside a camera so long that you forgot what you took in the first place?
It can’t compare.
I got a whole lot of bulbs and took some pictures of my mother’s rings.
I put everything on the floor and took pictures from there. Handheld.
Ever since we got ourselves a soya bean milk maker, we’ve been left with this powdery residue called okara. (You can also extract milk by hand if you like.) Continue reading “Okara: Milking the soy bean to the very end”
