But what does it mean?
What about the odd messages we receive from our appliances? A good example; my clothes dryer with the message “Drying damp”. What does that even mean? I know the stuff is damp – it came out of the washing machine. I hope the stuff is drying, else we’ve found another way to waste time. But who actually composes this stuff?
Some messages are unequivocable – the kitchen stove lets me know that certain surfaces are hot. Others are useful; the busy signal from the telephone, or the full alarm from the paper shredder. To the design teams, I send an unequivocable, and usefully silent “Thank you”. The rest of you… rethink things.
Another snow storm that missed me by several hundred kilometres. On the bus, someone mused that we seem to be living under a dome around here. One that leaks cold air, but that’s another complaint.
Now that my son is painting foxes (pictures, not actually furry animals), I seem to find fox photos in the oddest places. Is it that I wasn’t paying attention before, or is the world entering a strange vulpine phase? Should I start thinking about dying my hair red, in order to pass among our new masters?
Filled with confidence in my ability to photograph things with my macro setup, I tried “speed shooting” last evening. That’s where you try to get everything tied together, take the pictures and put it all away before others notice your odd behaviour. They noticed, anyway, but I did get a couple of shots to prove my point. Here, without further ado, some brushes.
