And furthermore: sure!
There, with cynicism for the week over let’s press on into danger—imagine, if you will, standing alone in the midst of a desolate waste, perched on the very edge with nothing between you and the raging torrent far far below but your own wits and a trusty filter …
Thank heavens that too is over and we can get back to reality—
—I was captivated by the swirls and eddies in a wee canalish thingy that drains to the sea. In Invercargill, the one city in the world with the unique claim to having “The world’s southernmost Starbucks”*. As a claim to fame it almost ranks equal with our other greatest boast (“The World’s Fastest Indian”) which is a bit of a wee fib really ‘cos Burt Munro wasn’t an Indian, he was just another kiwi. Oops … where was I? Oh yes, dicing with death on the riverbank—
—and all I was doing was trying to illustrate some of the effects of the only filter I ever use**, my polariser. Same place, same time, same everything***, just one tiny tweak on the filter makes all the difference.
You bet! There’s always the chance that I might unwittingly unscrew the filter and have it fall off into the fearsome tempest and never be seen again. I’d really hate to have to explain that to my Beloved … brrrr.
* I wonder if I should front up therein and see if the above plug is worthy of a freebie? Surely it can’t hurt to try … if it works I might try shifting my sights to the Rolls Royce folks.
** Lost my other bugger (a graduated neutral).
*** Apologies to Lao Tze … it is possible to photograph the same river twice (and that without getting your feet wet).