Can't sleep.
Mar. 22nd, 2009 04:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
green_dreams...and here the chemist (over the counter is actually over the counter here, very odd) warned me that the cold meds might make me drowsy. They are refusing to deliver as promised, dammit!
On the plus side, all my pics (1041 of them) are now rotated to be right-side-up.
Ran across one of the ones I took of the Tower ravens that I'm actually really happy with while I was doing that. Not uploading most of them, since Photobucket is being a pain lately (and there are *1041*, did I mention), but I actually wanted to toss this one up.
...sadly, after six tries where PB is telling me about a "network error" that interrupted my upload, I figure it's not gonna happen.
ETA: LJ's scrapbook is being slightly more cooperative. Pic is here. I *love* the shine and pattern on his shoulders.
That said, some notes from Highgate:
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Highgate Cemetery, March 18th, 3:47 p.m.
I feel I have *seriously* underestimated the time it will take me to get through here. And IIRC, it closes at five.
I think I've taken about a hundred pictures already and I'm about twenty yards from the entry gate. Tops. The only reason I'm stopping, in fact, is to clear the memory stick on my camera.
It's not quite beautiful, it's not quite immense, but... I could sit here all day and just look.
4:19 p.m.
Still in sight of east gate. There are three paths leading off it, so it's not quite as bad as it sounds, but gah. Emptying camera again. Also sitting down to do so, and the worm's-eye view here is pretty neat.
I've been to cemeteries before. I've been to *North American* cemeteries. Highgate... I guess most of the graves I'm seeing aren't that much older, but the way they're jumbled together, and the paths, and the holly and the ivy (evergreens--seeing so much of them puzzled me for a bit until I remembered); it keeps making me think of that line about how what London is built on is mostly London. This is not a filing cabinet for the dead. It's a place that's grown up around them.
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And after that I just kind of... wandered. It's a very peaceful place.
On the plus side, all my pics (1041 of them) are now rotated to be right-side-up.
Ran across one of the ones I took of the Tower ravens that I'm actually really happy with while I was doing that. Not uploading most of them, since Photobucket is being a pain lately (and there are *1041*, did I mention), but I actually wanted to toss this one up.
...sadly, after six tries where PB is telling me about a "network error" that interrupted my upload, I figure it's not gonna happen.
ETA: LJ's scrapbook is being slightly more cooperative. Pic is here. I *love* the shine and pattern on his shoulders.
That said, some notes from Highgate:
========
Highgate Cemetery, March 18th, 3:47 p.m.
I feel I have *seriously* underestimated the time it will take me to get through here. And IIRC, it closes at five.
I think I've taken about a hundred pictures already and I'm about twenty yards from the entry gate. Tops. The only reason I'm stopping, in fact, is to clear the memory stick on my camera.
It's not quite beautiful, it's not quite immense, but... I could sit here all day and just look.
4:19 p.m.
Still in sight of east gate. There are three paths leading off it, so it's not quite as bad as it sounds, but gah. Emptying camera again. Also sitting down to do so, and the worm's-eye view here is pretty neat.
I've been to cemeteries before. I've been to *North American* cemeteries. Highgate... I guess most of the graves I'm seeing aren't that much older, but the way they're jumbled together, and the paths, and the holly and the ivy (evergreens--seeing so much of them puzzled me for a bit until I remembered); it keeps making me think of that line about how what London is built on is mostly London. This is not a filing cabinet for the dead. It's a place that's grown up around them.
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And after that I just kind of... wandered. It's a very peaceful place.
