Showing posts with label Analogue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Analogue. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 May 2020

Analogue Haiku


I found some of my analogue 5-7-5 haiku poems.

Thought I would put them on the blog.

These haiku were written sometime over the past four years.


It not only rained all day.. It rained for about three months solid!

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Nothing beats a woodburning fire. 

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Sitting on a park bench, lovely view that day, bees buzzing, Sun shining, perfect.

Though we would have enjoyed it a bit more if not for the lingering faint smell of warm sun dried dog crap!  

Ahh the joys of a British Summer down on the beach.


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Photo taken on Selsey Beach, West Sussex. Beautiful day.

Mr Cormorant happily sits and ponders the Universe.

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Friday, 15 May 2020

Analogue vs Digital.


A typical analogue Haiku capture device.


Computers love them or Hate them, they are here to stay.

I love the computer, I hate the computer, I don't want a computer, I need a computer!!

Never happy with the digital, always a niggling in the back of the mind that I'm being conned into accepting the tablets, iphones, WiFi, Internet etc.

I realise I'm being a hypocrite, for here I am typing away on a laptop, and posting on a blog.

No matter... I use the computer like I use a car. It gets me from A to B.




But a typewriter is a whole different machine. 

Those old analogue type machines have a life of their own.

Clunky keys, smooth keys, no electric or batteries required. 

Always ready to type, low maintenance, plus they can withstand lots of key bashing. 

Plus, if you happen to tip a whole mug of tea over a typewriter it will more than likely continue to happily punch out words.  Try that with a laptop, and you can guess what would happen!.


The laptop I write on will probably last a couple of years, if I look after it!

My old "Baby Empire" typewriter on the other hand is already 83 years old and still going strong.


Opera glass to the Moon

I didn't manage to sketch the recent Full Moon, but I had a go at the gibbous Moon, as seen with my opera glasses.  It was a cold night,...