Trying to catch up with it.
Increasingly: going uphill, followed by coming back down. Which now
I've written it out seems rather a strangely futile pastime. But
the tops of hills are a good place to be, even if only
Sometimes I take pictures; as well as a Nikon D90 I have a
collection of vintage film cameras (medium format being my
preferred) in various states of repair. I am wise in weird and
wonderful things like the zone system and zone plates and using the
zone system with zone plates.
I can also be a bit lazy about doing all that, so here's a link to
my gram of instants: http://instagram.com/buntix
A Bukkit* List of Destinations I May or May Not Go To, It
(my previous trip only gave me a taste for
++ Up Hellya
Vikings and fire?? Hell Ya!
++ Also That Bus
, while I am on Shetland, anyway.
most northern street view point on google maps
- (find it, you
know you want to!) they had a guy on a snowmobile doing the
photography. You can also stay in a ship permanently frozen in the
sea ice. If you are rich. [Note to self: become rich]
++ The Munros
of them I hope, and pebbles to prove it.
perhaps only the base camp. I do like mountains.
Venezuela - I also like thunderstorms.
the Morning Glory
cloud (yeah, I am not tagging that :P ) on the Gulf of Carpentaria
- I like clouds, and flying machines!
++ More to
* Yes, 'Bukkit' - It is a game I and The Wandering Walrus** play. I
travel the world and take photos of bukkits to tease him. This may
seem cruel, but it is fully consensual - he had in fact become
quite jaded in his search, it is hard to maintain the zest for
questing when you are an immortal walrus cast by time and happenstance
consumerist dystopia where the only quest most people understand is
the 9 to 5 slog to earn their next pittance of a paycheck to
prolong their paltry*** lives. It is also fully understood that if
I actually do find the Bukkit Grail
on my travels I will
bring it to him immediately.
** Legend has it that he stole the bukkit of Walrus Jesus
as a joke, and then
(after a hard night on the Finnish Warlock Urine
completely forgot where he hid it. Now he is fated to roam the
world searching for it, and its contents:
The Mystical Scintillating Herring of Eternal
*** I don't really believe anyone's life is paltry or without
meaning. I do believe in a contentedly literate life of
incontinently ill-fitting and unillustrative alliteration (in
**** There are remarkably few people here interested in Finnish Warlock
. It is a real thing, honest!