Showing posts with label E-M5. Show all posts
Showing posts with label E-M5. Show all posts
Wednesday, 11 November 2015
Monday, 8 June 2015
Stephen King time-travel miniseries “11.22.63”
Yep, the movies have come to town again.
Yawn.
I went for a walk tonight with the family to check out the movie site. Locally, the mini series is being filmed on the main street of Hespeler, one of the three cities which was forcibly amalgamated into Cambridge quite a few decades ago.
It has been roughly, and anachronistically, transformed into 1950s America.
In honour of it being the movies, I cropped it to 16x10. Very cinematic of me.
I did not get any pictures of the actual filming being done, but did see some nifty gear.
I also saw some traffic cops looking tired.
I did not see any of the film stars and wouldn't have cared if I had. The star system of Hollywood and beyond is of so little interest to me that I could care less only with a major effort that is not worth exerting. I do like meeting and talking with musicians and photographing them at work, but could care less about film stars.
The cars were kind of cool.
Yawn.
I went for a walk tonight with the family to check out the movie site. Locally, the mini series is being filmed on the main street of Hespeler, one of the three cities which was forcibly amalgamated into Cambridge quite a few decades ago.
It has been roughly, and anachronistically, transformed into 1950s America.
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| I do hope they don't include the stuff picture left. Time travel indeed. |
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| The newspaper being sold in the newspaper box is dated 1960. Matte Scotch Tape was not invented until 1961. Oops. |
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| 5 cents for a paper. The box says 25 cents. Oops. |
I did not get any pictures of the actual filming being done, but did see some nifty gear.
I also saw some traffic cops looking tired.
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| It is weird to see those foreign flags here... |
But the cars... oh the cars.
The cars were kind of cool.
Thursday, 21 August 2014
in the coffee shop
I like coffee.
Yes I do.
The sight.
The smell.
The taste.
The variety.
The warmth.
The cup.
The ponies.
The quirky.
The space.
The people.
The chair.
The table.
The food.
Oh yes, the food.
Some Yum.
And last.
The atmosphere.
Oh baby, the atmosphere.
Coffee.
The stuff of passion.
Yes I do.
The sight.
The smell.
The taste.
The variety.
The warmth.
The cup.
The ponies.
The quirky.
The space.
The people.
The chair.
The table.
The food.
Oh yes, the food.
Some Yum.
And last.
The atmosphere.
Oh baby, the atmosphere.
Coffee.
The stuff of passion.
Monday, 11 August 2014
Sunday, 13 July 2014
Wednesday, 9 July 2014
Tuesday, 8 July 2014
why nothing but nothing will replace a summer sky
I think I will let the pictures do the talking tonight. Here is a sampling of tonight's light show.
Do please enjoy.
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
Monday, 9 June 2014
MonigraM Coffee Roasters
So what does one do if one desires a good cup of coffee?
Open a coffee shop of course.
And roast all of your own coffee.
And so, with that thought, MonigraM Coffee Roasters was born.
And a good thing that is.
Tonight, my lovely wife and I were out for a walk around Downtown Galt and happened, quite by chance, on this coffee shop.
Bit of a coffee snob that I am (bit? a lot try) I was immediately intrigued with the idea of a coffee shop that roasted its own beans. Clearly, I mused to myself and all who would listen, this may mean something good is in the air. Clearly as well, my detour into a back alley and my wife's exclamation of, "Hey look! A coffee shop!" was fortuitous as well.
The first thing to note when entering the shop is that this is not a canned environment. No canned coffee. No canned food. No canned music. Decor. Flooring. Chairs. Counters. None of it canned. It was also packed with people. We were quite honestly lucky to get a table.
A good sign that.
Upon securing a place to sit and ordering, we were struck by the incredible hospitality of the owner, Graham. The name of the company is actually a combination of his name and that of his wife. Very clever.
Graham is a genuinely nice guy. He refused payment until we had sampled our food. He brought us what we wanted promptly, and positively gushed over the food and coffee he was serving. If it sounds like I am gushing over the shop and the owner, it is with good reason. Let's just say it is several cuts above what I have come to expect even from high end one off coffee shops.
Speaking of the coffee.
The above cappuccino was so good that George Takei likely would have exclaimed as only he could exclaim, " Oh Myyyyyy".
It was perfect. The flavour appeared like a vapour and the foam was just so. Bitter, but not overpowering, the small cup was just the right size. I would not want more than this.
Mel, on the other hand, not being a coffee drinker had her own special yummies.
The soda pop was superb, and the jam? To die for. Chocolate raspberry. And Graham did not even blink when she asked for a spoon to eat it. It made perfect sense to him that this jam would be eaten in such a manner.
Sadly, there was no dark chocolate to go with my coffee, but I was able to snag a delicious pastry and nibble on it for a bit.
Yummy, just don't inhale the icing sugar...
So will we go back? Yes.
Has this place become my de facto South Galt coffee shop for post ride coffee? Yes.
Long live the independents!
Open a coffee shop of course.
And roast all of your own coffee.
And so, with that thought, MonigraM Coffee Roasters was born.
And a good thing that is.
Tonight, my lovely wife and I were out for a walk around Downtown Galt and happened, quite by chance, on this coffee shop.
Bit of a coffee snob that I am (bit? a lot try) I was immediately intrigued with the idea of a coffee shop that roasted its own beans. Clearly, I mused to myself and all who would listen, this may mean something good is in the air. Clearly as well, my detour into a back alley and my wife's exclamation of, "Hey look! A coffee shop!" was fortuitous as well.
The first thing to note when entering the shop is that this is not a canned environment. No canned coffee. No canned food. No canned music. Decor. Flooring. Chairs. Counters. None of it canned. It was also packed with people. We were quite honestly lucky to get a table.
A good sign that.
Upon securing a place to sit and ordering, we were struck by the incredible hospitality of the owner, Graham. The name of the company is actually a combination of his name and that of his wife. Very clever.
Graham is a genuinely nice guy. He refused payment until we had sampled our food. He brought us what we wanted promptly, and positively gushed over the food and coffee he was serving. If it sounds like I am gushing over the shop and the owner, it is with good reason. Let's just say it is several cuts above what I have come to expect even from high end one off coffee shops.
Speaking of the coffee.
The above cappuccino was so good that George Takei likely would have exclaimed as only he could exclaim, " Oh Myyyyyy".
It was perfect. The flavour appeared like a vapour and the foam was just so. Bitter, but not overpowering, the small cup was just the right size. I would not want more than this.
Mel, on the other hand, not being a coffee drinker had her own special yummies.
The soda pop was superb, and the jam? To die for. Chocolate raspberry. And Graham did not even blink when she asked for a spoon to eat it. It made perfect sense to him that this jam would be eaten in such a manner.
Sadly, there was no dark chocolate to go with my coffee, but I was able to snag a delicious pastry and nibble on it for a bit.
Yummy, just don't inhale the icing sugar...
So will we go back? Yes.
Has this place become my de facto South Galt coffee shop for post ride coffee? Yes.
Long live the independents!
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