QR codes – The quickest way to access long url’s on your mobile?

Will you scan this? Where will it take you.
Just wondering today whether there’s any real value in QR (quick response) codes for anything other than marketing surveys etc.

If you have a ‘smart-phone’ and are curious to see where this one will lead, I dare you to open your bar code scanner and take the plunge.

QR code to link directly to a photo in my Flickr stream
Protests in London - A peaceful day

Timeless classics

OK, so perhaps classics is pushing it a little bit too far, but whilst leaning back in my office chair I saw this pile of books that my eldest son has ‘finished with’. Music in the Meadow is 40 years old (was given to me in 1970), The Pictorial History of Aircraft was bought for me when I was around 9 (according to the inscription my Nana always insisted on writing) and The Ever Changing Woodland was published when there was woodland to change and the countryside wasn’t just a strip of land between motorways. Whilst the annuals in the photo are recent, both The Dandy and The Beano were also regular deliveries from Santa for me and my Father before me when he was a boy.

A Lifetime Reading

The image is nothing special, but it made me think about the printed word, the feel of a book, the smell of a book store. None of which a Kindle will ever be able to match. In spite of electronic everything, there’s something about the smell of a well thumbed novel, or the way a glossy page of photos turns that hopefully will continue to live on.

Morning Glory

Morning Glory

Early Autumn Mornings just can’t be beaten, especially when at six o’clock it’s already 18 degrees with a promise of record breaking sunshine. The heat creating a lovely ground hugging mist, coating everything in tiny droplets of water.

This cobweb, was captured with a Canon 50mm f1.8 and 30mm of Kenko Macro extension tubes.

Scottish Activist Hedgehog in Squatting shocker……….

The Scottish Squatter

Having found the hard way just how sharp a hedgehog’s spines are I managed to evict this creature from the caravan awning at the weekend and set him free in a more natural environment with a belly full of dog food.

It was only after he’d gone that I realised my unwelcome guest had defecated on my Union Jack leading me to suspect that he was a Scottish ctivist hedgehog with radical political views