Our gradual re-emergence continued this week, with a Friday lunch at Moments with some colleagues from work. Aside from that, the main event is that I received a new 10-24mm lens for my Fuji X cameras and had the opportunity to test it on my lovely colleague Eri and out on the beach–it passed with flying colours.
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On Sunday my wife and I went again to the Plantio golf course to play a round, and we came across the same goose family that I photographed in week 14. The goslings have grown considerably during those 2 weeks:
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My wife approached the goose family to get some pictures with her phone, and Daddy Goose thought that she was getting too close–so he charged her, to my great amusement:
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Afterwards, we went to lunch at the excellent and inexpensive restaurant at the golf course:
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Throughout our lunch, we and other tables were being watched:
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Once people at the neighbouring table had left, the birdies took over:
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As I do every week, I continued to enjoy the magic light on the beach early in the morning:
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In mid-week, the 10-24mm lens I ordered for my Fuji X cameras arrived. That evening, Balu and his humans came to visit and the dog became my first test subject:
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The next day, in the office, I tested the lens on a much prettier subject, my favourite model Eri. It is not usual to test a wide angle lens on human subjects, but I think that it worked well even in this situation:
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The following morning it was raining. I stopped along the beach on my way to work to test the lens at 10mm. The absence of distortion is remarkable:
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On Friday, we had lunch at Moments. The “we” was the committee of our newly started art club at the office, of which I am part (I am the treasurer). And Eri is part of it too:
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We enjoyed our food, starting with a coca, the local version of pizza, but thinner and more refined:
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Midway through our lunch, this couple with a small dog arrived to provide us with some visual entertainment:
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On Saturday morning, I cycled as usual. The memorial for the motorcyclist who died here the week before is becoming more elaborate:
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I found it touching to look at these photographs of a life cut short:
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In the centre of Busot, someone keeps a pretty white horse. I have thought of photographing it many times, but this time I stopped and did:
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