The morning was meteorologically inauspicious, courtesy of a covering of grey cloud which was present when the sun popped up over the horizon. Not grey enough to provide shots of looming menace, just enough to blot out the morning sun, deplete its colour and scatter its direction. However periodically shafts of light would break through gaps in the cloud cover and hit the water. At one such moment, I captured this shot. As I was doing so a local Dutch 450D owner came up and we started swapping stories of photography. Which is not relevant to this shot, only to me in the context of "the PAD as a visual personal diary".

Speaking of which, at some time during the course of the morning the label on the control dial on the top of my 40 D came off. In terms of malfunctions this is less a critical one (since I stay on AV mode more than 95% of the time, I'd estimate), and more a "you have got to be kidding me, exactly how could that happen?" one.

In the course of my photographic peregrinations this morning I probably covered 5 or 6 kilometres with a backpack of my gear. This was fortunate as later in the day I attended a birthday party during which quite a few kilojoules were consumed. (Not least via a chocolate birthday cake topped with profiteroles.) Rather worse, I found myself on the other end of someone else's lens during the course of the party. I didn't see the outcome, and I think that can only be to the good.

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