Look at this little poser!
I got a 2x teleconverter to use with my 70-200mm f2.8. Using zooms with this Canon has awakened something expensive in me and now I want big zooms for everything.
I have learned that even 400mm isn't enough for taking pictures of birds. Have I mentioned I like birds now? Birds are good.
I've read a criticism of this extender that it's basically unusable. Unacceptably soft focus, slow. It's obviously softer and slower than the 70-200 but then most things are. It's still perfectly usable, in my opinion. If I were printing billboards it'd be problematic but for this website, Instagram and small prints it's totally fine. Considering I don't have £6,000+ for a 400mm prime, I guess I'll make do with this unacceptable £260 shortcut.
This swan has made a nest down by the flats at the marina. Going to keep an eye on this because I love cygnets; they're so ugly.
My Russian visa came through so I'm definitely going to Moscow on Monday. I have most of the day Wednesday to explore. What should I do?
In the words of Ozzy Osbourne, "I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired". I've been ill in some capacity for a month and half now, and I'm just so bored of getting to the end of one illness and another one starting to spin up. None of it's serious illness or anything (imagine how shit I'd be if I actually got ill), but one thing after another is so fucking annoying. Yesterday, my cough got so bad that I couldn't go out. Hadn't slept. Grumpy.
Today, we had visitors and we had to get out of the house! Brought the Canon cannon and shot a few birds. I like birds. The older I get, the more I like birds. They're so small and intricate. Starlings are my favourite, because they're shiny I think, but I like sparrows too.
This little fellow was having a right old shout. His mate nicked a chip and absconded with it.
I like the open market on London Road in Brighton. There's a lady there selling these delicious-looking flatbreads and we've wanted to try them for ages but whenever we're on London Road it's to go to Fatto a Mano. Not this weekend though!
Will I ever tire of watching people make food? I doubt it! She also had this big bucket of dough she was breaking pieces off when she ran out. Who doesn't love a good dough?
And I made friends with this little fellow. I think the owners were annoyed because I stayed petting him for a little too long. He was so soft, though!