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Photographs

My camera is a Canon EOS 400D with the standard lense EF-S 18-55mm and I've recently [Friday, 1st June 2007] bought two HOYA filters (a UV one and a CIR-polarising one).

Sheffield

I am presently living in Sheffield. Sheffield is a city situated in the South Yorkshire in the United Kingdom, not far away from Manchester. Sheffield has a page in Wikipedia. In this page, we can read that Sheffield has more trees per person than any other city in Europe. Sheffield is one of the greenest cities (if not the greenest) of the UK, a fact that is often sarcastically and teasingly interpreted by my friends as a sign of abundant rainfall. It rains like cats and dogs and nice weather for the ducks are the proper idioms to use when the weather is rainy. By the way, this remark reminds me the lyrics of a Matmatah's song: Alors, j'imagine que tu te plais là-bas, sous les pluies de l'Angleterre. Yes, I do, partly because it actually doesn't rain so much. In comparison, Manchester is much wetter. The weather is endlessly changing, giving rise to some of the most beautiful clouds and skys—see below—I've seen in my life. It is a nice city however bad was the impression of George Orwell in 1937: Sheffield, I suppose, could justly claim to be called the ugliest town in the Old World (The Road to Wigan Pier).  

Flowers and Nature

Nature is of course so nice. Though you cannot control neither the weather nor the arrangement of Beautiful Mother Nature's great works, there is certainly a great advantage in observing Nature: She's everywhere, just waiting for you—like a permanent museum, free of charge—and pausing for you—for instance, doesn't it look like the spider web was just patiently designed to be captured by my camera? It's a shoot as you go offer you cannot resist, so I went and shot! Photographs range from the minuscule, unsubstantial device to the impressive landscape that makes you feel so minuscule and unsubstantial (I do remember the impression I had when I was going through the valleys that lead to the Aconcagua in the Andes Range, on the way to Chile…). You might be interested in the Skys section as well.  

Skys

The sky is a intriguing element that Man has long dreamed of conquering. The sky because of its inaccessibility (The sky is the limit) has become the symbol of freedom :

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol (excerpt)