Close to 7,000 polo photos over ten days, processed down to around 3,000. Burned to disks and loaded to a website, and by yesterday morning I was feeling pretty damn pleased with myself. All I had left to do was set up some galleries for the patrons.
Patrons in polo are pronounced as if you are French and they are the life blood of a small club. They form a team, purchase horses, and employ Argentinians who were born on a horse to play for them. The club I shoot for has three of them and it reasonable to assume that they each have more money than god. One of them is responsible for the manufacture of most of the world’s pencils, churning out 800 kilometres of pencils per day, or some such ridiculous amount. But, like the others, when you meet him you would be easily convinced that he worked in a small shop that sold a few pencils per year. So, pleasant people who might just want to buy a few photos. Rather than have them trawl through hundreds of shots of other people, I decided to set up a gallery for each of them showing just their photos. Easy job I thought, and as usual I was wrong.
After much fiddling I discovered that I had to work through all the photos of the season to date and then tag every one that featured a galloping patron. Took me bloody hours and it was tedious work. Fortunately it turned out windy yesterday so I gave myself time off to go windsurfing.
It was then that I discovered how unfit (and old) I am. Twenty minutes on the water was enough to have me collapsing into a chair, fighting for breath and wondering how much faster my heart would have to beat before it exploded. The good news was that I am still fast enough to overtake the kite surfers. They tend to be young and toned and think they are cool, and do not like being overtaken by a geriatric who is clearly close to heart failure.
Anyway, patron galleries finally completed this morning and emails send to everyone that I know telling them that the photos are finished. Elated, I went windsurfing again this afternoon and was joined briefly by she who must be obeyed who has not been on the water for more than a year. She is feeling a little knackered this evening.
To finish off the day we went to the movies to see Unstoppable which had better reviews than it deserved. Here’s the plot:
Runaway train.
Potential head-on collision with train full of kids which you know will never happen because trains full of kids don’t die in movies. If it had been a train full of Nazis….
Potential head-on collision with another train featuring our heroes which you know will never happen because trains full of heroes don’t die in movies; unless it is near the end.
Heroes chase the runaway train and stop it.
The end.
Bollocks.
Tomorrow we are heading off to see some sunflowers. May be a day trip, may stay overnight, just don’t know. That’s just the crazy, on-the-edge life that I lead.
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2010-11-30| biggrtiggr saysPlot scenario…….. train load of happy kids and nuns returning, cured, from Lourdes, races headlong towards another train of terminally ill kids and nuns going to Lourdes ……… heroes arrive just a bit too late
2010-12-01| Spike saysExcellent, and if you could weave some happy Nazis into the script it would be perfect.