Portrait of a Time Vampire Part II: The Camera Returns

While I know I’ve acknowledged this time vampire before, the pesky little thing has come back around again–with a vengeance.

Last time down I bonded with a koala I named Lloyd.  This is not Lloyd.

Last time down I bonded with a koala I named Lloyd. This is not Lloyd.

In the wake of my huge holiday trip, I have pictures.

Lots and lots of pictures.

I am ashamed to say we’re talking not dozens, not hundreds but…thousands.  Of which I’m anticipating maybe 12 will be any good (when you don’t have skills, you wind up hoping the quantity will yield at least a handful of shots of quality).

Of course, to find those 12, I have to sort through the whole lot.  It took me a month to take all these things, but this time vampire of sorting through them promises to take a lot longer.  This is only a problem because I still have people I work with who are asking when I’m going to bring pictures to share.  I’d kinda thought the requests would taper off–after all who really wants to see anyone else’s vacation photos?  They’re just being polite, right?  Apparently not.  And I’m a little worried about what people are going to think when I don’t hurry up and bring something for them to see…

If you only know how many photos of New Zealand I had like this, you'd understand why I have no clue where on the South Island this was...

If you only knew how many photos of New Zealand I had like this, you’d understand why I have no clue where on the South Island this was…

Since I wasted too much time tonight on battling this time vampire (at least two hours of deleting just the total crap images–out of focus, over or under exposed, and I just barely started sorting the “readily viewable” from the “need cropping/touch up”–oh and the “WTF was this?!?” set), you may have noticed that I have once again attempted to distract you from the short length of this post with (semi) pretty pictures.

(Did it work?  Are you distracted?  No?  Yeah, well, consider having looked at this post a time vampire all your own.)

Lots of local school kids were out learning to wind surf right before they got out for December break in the Aussie town where I spent most of the holidays.

Lots of local school kids were out learning to wind surf right before they got out for December break in the Aussie town where I spent most of the holidays.

 

Portrait of a Time Vampire

The new-toy feel has yet to wear off of my camera (mostly because for the better part of the time I’ve owned it, I’ve not had time to play with it), and I’ve been going a little nuts clicking away (actually it’s more like, clicking away, fiddling with settings, clicking away, switching lenses, clicking away, fiddling some more…).

Hey, Sacagawea! Look over here! Say cheese!

All this bad amateur photography creates an awful lot of total crap to sort through.  This is way more time consuming that it ought to be.  You’d think I could just chuck things and move on, but no.  I keep thinking of salvaging things (despite the fact that the photo was not composed well to start with and the fact that I know that I don’t have re-touch software package installed anywhere handy and the fact that even if I did, I kinda HATE retouching photos on the computer).  So I sort, and re-sort and the amount of crap decreases at a snail’s pace and before I know it….shit, it’s after 11pm and I have to go in to work tomorrow.

There’s actually something in this picture. No. I swear.

So, because I ate up so much of my time on this time vampire, I will cut this post short and attempt to distract you with images (not good ones, but I’m hoping your monkey brain will kick in and say, “ooooh, pictures!”).

This guy likes to chill around the pond behind the house and pick off unsuspecting fish.

WTF Weather?!?!?

I’m sure most of you, gentle readers, have probably been having the same kind of completely out-of-regular-character weather episodes we’ve had around here.  If Kristy hadn’t already assured me that the Mayans say the world is going to end in earthquakes, I’d assume the whole 2012 apocalypse was getting a jump start.

Thursday night, I went for a walk to burn some of the quantities of pissed-off tension I’ve been carrying around.  I had on a sleeveless shirt and a thin, 3/4 sleeve cotton cardigan that I put on less for warmth than to hide my fat arms.  I didn’t need a jacked at all.

Thursday evening walk, no jacket necessary.

I was out for an hour.  It was mostly dark when I returned, but I wasn’t cold.  It was nice.  I snapped a few pictures and came back relatively not pissed off.

Friday, I was home, doing laundry and trying to recover the state of the house before the TV crew from Hoarders showed up.  I came out of the laundry room and happened to glance out the window and see, well, this:

Um, where did this come from?

Really?  REALLY?  From no jacket to a good 35 minutes of steady, heavy snowfall?!?!?