January 28, 2015
There used to be an 'On My Bookshelf' tab up above, but I deleted it - partly because it wasn't a very popular destination, but also because it was a very long and cumbersome list. As a visual person I would rather see a picture of the cover instead of a long list of titles, so now I'll be doing a monthly roundup of books instead.
Alas, this month there's only one book. Sad face. Life's been a bit busy as of late, and reading has been on the back-burner.
*Click picture to view book on Amazon.*
Flat-Out Love by Jessica Park was...not bad, I guess? You can guess the ending before it happens, at any rate, which is always a bummer.
I'm currently reading a Lord Peter Wimsey novel, and that will end up on next month's roundup. With any luck.
As always, click on the Goodreads button in the sidebar to keep up with my bookish activity.
See you later!
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January 26, 2015
The Great List of Things My Husband Has Set on Fire is long and varied. This door is low on the list in terms of excitement, but hey. Not every day can be magical and full of sparks. The door was an old bedroom door that was recently replaced.
Also, I feel the need to point out that the brown stuff on the door is oil and gas. Otherwise y'all might think I never clean anything and that would cause me great pain.
One of the perks of owning a DSLR camera is being able to control all the settings, shutter speed being one of them. Having control over the shutter speed helps capture motion, either fast or blurred, and also controls how much light enters the camera. (Fast shutter = motion is frozen, but less light enters the camera. Slow shutter = motion is blurred, more light enters because the shutter is open longer.)
So. The picture below was taken with a fairly fast shutter (1/320), freezing the flames. PRETTY. (In a deadly, dangerous sort of way, but still.)
In this picture, however, I slowed the shutter speed (1/20) and now it looks like a 4-million degree FLAMING HELL FIRE.
See. That was fun!
Over and out.
January 23, 2015
I was out in the yard last week and heard what sounded like the Wisconsin Buffalo Convention in the woods. Thinking it was going to be something cool, like a deer, I got the camera ready and when it emerged from the trees...
...cue sad trombone sound.
Damn those little guys are loud.
Have a good weekend!
January 21, 2015
Right now the pictures going up on the blog are severely lacking in diversity. When I bought my camera I ordered a big honking zoom lens, and then realized that taking pictures inside the house was going to be exceedingly difficult, as it focuses so far out it's just impossible to get certain things in the frame. I am a doofus.
A smaller lens has been ordered and now there's just the wait for it to get here. In the meantime I've been taking pictures outside, where the zoom comes in handy. That means the husband's antics have been the subject of many an afternoon. He usually works seasonally and has winters off, and this year he's been hauling scrap.
You know how a normal person saves, I dunno, a few wood scraps and leftover paint because they might come in handy someday? My lovely spouse saves metal. And iron. And whatever else he can get his hands on, until he has too much and has to get rid of it. It's a cycle.
That was one load. He hauled seven.
It was mostly a semi. This thing. (Look, another blurry picture from my dearly departed camera.)
It was an old project of his (no, I don't know why) and it had sat here for years, untouched except for moving it around the yard like a 4-ton lawn ornament. The title was lost, and selling it seemed like a gigantic waste of time.
The answer, obviously, was to cut it apart.
That entailed cutting the cab apart, the frame, removing the axles, etc, and hauling the axles down to the garage while they slipped and spun and generally went every which way they were not supposed to, including whacking the back end of the truck.
(Oddly enough, it hit hard enough to make the back of the truck fishtail, but left no damage. Thank goodness, because the truck is so cherry. 0_o.)
At the garage, these thingies were removed. I'm not going to pretend to know what those are, but they look neat.
All of this sounds horribly rural, but that is just how we roll. Apparently. Maybe next week I'll post pictures of all the things my husband has set on fire in the last two weeks. (That's not a joke.)
See you later!