
Contact Lens
Originally uploaded by escaped.monkey
My eye, up close, up really close. Nice isn't it.
My wonderful photoblog, or 'phblog' if you want a shit new phrase. One photo taken every day for a year. At least I hope so, I might get hit by a truck in March or something. Find the rest of my photos here.

I found this manky feather somewhere, I can't quite remember where it was. Oh that's right, it was stuck to some bird.

Cigarette ashes. I'm certainly getting my money's worth from this macro lens.

There was a mostly dead bee on the path. He'd gotten his hair all soggy, and looked pretty down in the dumps. I think I captured that well.

This is what Paul got me for Christmas. I can't remember what I got him, so it must not have been much good.

My dog's well behaved enough to lie down and stay still while I take photos of her nose, even though she's afraid of the noisy lens motor. Aww. Stupid dog.

Christmas day, and is this not the most Christmassy photo you ever did see? Fuck Christmas.

Macro lenses bring with them the realisation that every thing you own is covered in dust.

Jessie hates being tied up outside the shop when I go in to buy stuff. This could be a deep-rooted distrust of being tied up, stemming from an incident as a puppy before I had her. Or maybe she's just being a little bitch.

With my new Sigma lens, I can finally create my Dawn of War photo-fanfic. Here is scene one: The Eggcident (Accident).

Did you guess f/2.9, well you're wrong, it's f/2.8, and don't you ever forget it. Oh, and interestingly, the Irish word for 'dictionary' is 'foclóir', which literally translates to 'words'.
Durr!

If Jessie were to defy me but once, I would destroy her.

I bought a new lens today, a 50mm macro prime lens. Look at how it brings out the detail in these Snickers bars.

The sky's much clearer in Ireland, mostly because we're Catholics.

Here's my Jessie, the dog that just loooooves to be hugged.

Here's Paul with his new dog Cassie. The old one died of stupidity and being fat and horrible.

I can't draw things in long exposure shots, but I can run around with my iPod out.

Tube trains don't actually go that fast. The illusion of speed is created by the closeness of the tunnel walls, and the recently installed 'moving walls', which move in the opposite direction of the train.

Baker Street's got all this shite up on the walls. Memorials, plaques, all that rubbish. We get it, it's a really old place. Just shut up about it already.

We did hoodies. After we took the piss out of PC Gamer for doing it, the burden was then forced upon us. Still, we did it in the most irreverent way possible.

"I've had quite enough of you, water, STAB STAB STAB!"

I like the colours in this shot. Oh it's my shot? I'm fairly good aren't I.

Nice freeze-frame action going on here. To think, water's doing all this impressive stuff all the time and we just don't notice it. Pigeons have a higher frame rate in their eyes than we do, so they're probably impressed with water all the time.

Circle line trains go here to turn around, because if they went around the Circle line facing the same way the whole time, there would be uneven wear on the wheels. That's a fact. Or maybe a factoid?

I've never lifted this and I never plan to. If something is heavier than what I'm comfortable with picking up, then it's not worth picking up at all. Someone else can do that shit.

One of the rules of composition is that the subject should face into the empty space in the shot. Now, toothbrushes don't have faces, but check out this shot. The rules still apply.
Now try and tell me a toothbrush can't smile.

One of the many nice things about Converse shoes is that they've been around for a long time, so black and white shots always look pleasing.

I did the saturation on this shot so that the blue areas of a Sky remote are clearly identifiable. As you can see, the select button, its surrounding arrow buttons and the four menu buttons, are blue.
Next week, what bits are red on the Sky remote.

I did some writing for this, and was told not to make jokes about animal sex after a quip about foxes doing it outside your window a night. But come on, foxes doing one another outside your window at night is so annoying. Those vixens scream as if boy foxes have dagger-cocks.

My lips are so huge that I go through two tubes of chapstick on just one lip and by the time I've finished it's actually summer so I don't need chapstick unless I'm going swimming in the sea in which case chapstick helps prevent chapping.