A quiet week at home alone, just me, the cat and the builders. We’re having work done on our garage – most importantly, replacing the leaking roof – and so there was much banging and other builder-y noises from one end of the house.
Because of this I felt more tied to the house than usual. Although, really, I could have gone out more than I did, and left them to it. Not that I had any great plans to go anywhere interesting.
§ Early in the week I finished tidying up the keywords on my Lightroom photo library, a phrase that is a sure sign I have too much time on my hands. It’s nagged at me for years that I’ve been inconsistent with singular/plural nouns. A photo of a tractor might be tagged tractor or tractors or both. A photo of several tract…
A quiet week at home alone, just me, the cat and the builders. We’re having work done on our garage – most importantly, replacing the leaking roof – and so there was much banging and other builder-y noises from one end of the house.
Because of this I felt more tied to the house than usual. Although, really, I could have gone out more than I did, and left them to it. Not that I had any great plans to go anywhere interesting.
§ Early in the week I finished tidying up the keywords on my Lightroom photo library, a phrase that is a sure sign I have too much time on my hands. It’s nagged at me for years that I’ve been inconsistent with singular/plural nouns. A photo of a tractor might be tagged tractor or tractors or both. A photo of several tractors would only be tagged tractors. So, in a task that would have been easier if I’d done it when I first thought of it years ago, I rationalised on the plural version in a very laborious process. I haven’t gone and fixed the same on all the photos uploaded to Flickr because I’m only mildly, not totally, mad.
I then started moving all my photos over to Apple Photos, which I’ve settled on after all that research a while back. Inevitably what should have been a slightly tiresome task turned into a real pain in the arse that so far has taken several complete afternoons of fiddly fiddling. I’ll write up what the problems were and what I did before long, for both of you who are interested, he wrote optimistically.
§ I’ve watched a few films this week, and am very much enjoying the new TV which, compared to the previous one, still looks a bit big in the room, but is just right while watching it. Great picture, very sharp, good colours, very black blacks.
- Sorry, Baby (Eva Victor, 2025). An article about this in Sight & Sound made it sound unbearable but I since saw people raving about it and they were right. I loved it. Talky, fun, funny, sad. Unusually, I already want to watch it again.
- Three Colours: Blue, White and Red. (Krzysztof Kieślowski, 1993-4). I was wary about re-re-watching them in case I’d gone off them but, in general, no. I thought I’d liked Red the most before but I was slightly disappointed by it this time, feeling there wasn’t much to Valentine. Conversely I liked Blue even more than I remembered. I’d forgotten how good it looks, too.
- River of Grass. (Kelly Reichardt, 1994). I really like Reichardt’s films but hadn’t seen this, her first. Really good, and I’m kind of surprised I didn’t see it when it came out, assuming it had a UK release. Seems like the kind of movie I’d have loved then too.
- Good One. (India Donaldson, 2024). It was pretty good, and all done well, but I wanted a bit more from it. I was left feeling slightly, “is that it?” at the end, which was a shame. It was subtly done, with lovely moments, and still recommended. I maybe just wasn’t quite in the mood for that level of subtlety.
§ That is, belatedly, all. December already. Still time to achieve something! Hmm.