Der Bomber

It HAD been a day going swimmingly the ride into work on the slowest bike in the garage and into a headwind still proving a quicker way through town than the car. In. Your. Face. Internal Combustion Engine... Work was fine, few things out of the way, nice lunchtime wander to pick up some concert tickets, see the Men in Black in Princes Street (can't be bothered Flickr linking... :P). Not even this lesser black backed gull taking exception to my presence, swooping back and forth while calling, with me miles from anywhere the nest could have been, wasn't the cause of the day's angst.

Nope, there was a fan/excrement interaction later in the day in a potential redundancy meeting. It's the third such meeting I've had to attend here in a week, and the first where any hint of aggro has made itself known. Tough position, but without going into the details... Actually, no, I won't go into even vague detail.

So a simple pleasure is required, and the one for today is... stopping. Taking the time every now and then just to stop. To take things in. To listen or to look. To appreciate. I can never understand watching people at tourist attractions who walk up to a famous painting or sculpture or whatever and take a photo then move straight on to the next.

It'll sound odd on a photoblog site, but every now and then, just put the camera away and actually look at what you can see. Forget about composition and lighting and aperture and blah blah blah. See it for what it is.

p.s. pop quiz, just amended the title to the nickname of which famous German footballer?