Another quiet week of work before heading off for a cruise with the family in week 31. Also another lens acquisition–I decided that I wanted a real wide angle lens for my Pentax K5, the camera I was going to take along on the cruise. So some of the images here are basically test shots with that new lens.
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It is July, and it is hot. The pets seek shadow and prefer the stone floor to their cushy beds–it is cooler that way. Here is Cheeta on the kitchen floor:
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And Taco, although being a cat, he is a bit more alert:
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A bench in the park where I walk Cheeta, early in the morning:
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Same bench in the morning sun:
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During the summer months I always have the annual medical checkup at the office, which among other things involves bringing a urine sample to the office. To prevent any possibility of mix-up, I always write my name on the lid. This time I decided to also include a quality statement:
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On Thursday I had to go to the Apple Store in Murcia to pick up my daughter’s computer after a keyboard repair. The Apple Store is located in a large shopping centre near the Nueva Condomina football stadium belonging to Real Murcia, one of Spain’s elevator teams (sometimes in the 1st division but usually end up relegated). I explored the stadium for a few minutes:
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The crossed-out graffiti in the middle of the image says “Proud to be Spanish”. Sounds innocent enough, but it is actually a sign of some right-wing, anti-immigrant group, probably the main reason it has been crossed out:
On Friday my new 10-24mm Tamron lens for the Pentax arrived at the office, just in the nick of time since I wanted to take it with me on the cruise which was starting Sunday. I immediately set about using the lens to learn its idiosyncrasies.
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Dreams Come True in the barrio in Alicante. I have become a big aficionado of wall art and plan to make a Blurb book of it:
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The Habemus Birra beer shop:
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Take-away food at our local Carrefour supermarket:
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On Saturday, we took the pets to their hotel. The dog likes it there, since there is a playground and even a doggie spa. But Taco hates it and considers it a prison sentence. Usually when we just go away for a weekend, we leave him at home with enough food and water, but for a weeklong trip he has to go to the kittie prison. He was not happy at all:
