This is getting better and better and better…

The infamous words of football commentator John Motson as England banged 5 goals past Germany back on 1st September 2001. A match we watched in the old and somewhat scruffy Brittania Inn in Headington, before going down the Cowley Road to celebrate. I think I put an Aresnal fan in a skip that night, if I remember rightly. All good fun and games though.

At least for me.

And Motty’s words were echoed this evening on the balcony of a Sea Point apartment as those assembled for birthday drinks watched the sun set over the South Atlantic.

It was rather spectacular, as these thinned versions of the (sadly) cellphone pics show. One other interesting feature was the prominent tower block which appears to be moving slowly, but steadily north as the sequence progresses. That might have been due to the champagne though (I’m assuming it had been drinking too).
Bigger versions of these are available in my pretentiously named Sunsets & Skyscapes set on flickr:

Photos of sunsets or images in which the sky makes up an important part of or is integral to the user’s overall visual experience.

Seriously, who writes this stuff…?

Time out

Today was all about family time and stepping away from the hate mail and threats from environMENTALists after the post that none of them read about stuff that none of them read. I’ll reply to the comments there tomorrow. The emails have already been discarded.

Sunset this evening was a nice one. So nice in fact, that I whipped out my X10i and grabbed a quick pic. But while it was lovely, it looks completely and utterly washed out when compared to this beauty I got in the Southern Cape last week.

Bigger here.
Unadultered by Picasa, Photoshop or any other adulterating software, I promise. Not even cropped.

Top class ‘togs will be looking at this and will obviously be in awe of the composition: silhouetted cottages on the left, fishermen and breaking waves on the right. However, while I’m more than happy to take the plaudits – it was I, after all, what pressed the button – I must admit that after looking into the sunset for several minutes (as I had been doing by that time), I was just pointing the camera vaguely in the direction of the big round orangey thing amid the smell of smouldering retinae.

Still, all’s well that ends well and you can see a few more sunset pics from that evening here.

Quota sunset No.38

Mowing lawns, laying pavers, feeding worms, watching disappointing FA Cup football, ironing, braaiing and swimming. Tomorrow is going to bring a whole new world of pain.
And thus, you’re getting this quota photo, taken at Llandudno last month.

As the post title suggests, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this.
It’s not bad though, is it?

Off out

I’m off out for the monthly Molton Brown Boys dinner this evening in some of the filthiest weather Cape Town has seen in weeks.

On occasions like this, it’s hugely important to remember that this is just a passing cold front and winter – which has only really just begun – will all be over in a few weeks time. This thinned sunset taken in Noordhoek in February will hopefully serve as a reminder that better days lie ahead.

Right. Now I’m going to try and find where my car has floated off to.