Stereotypical Stereoscopy |
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Written by Marcus Morris | |||
Monday, 06 October 2008 23:33 | |||
It's dishonest of me, I know, but whenever some distant e-mail acquaintance asks me what it's like where I live, I unhesitatingly e-mail them a photo of Church Lane. That way, my acquaintances are fooled into thinking that I live in a quaint little "chocolate box" world where cats lie snoozily sunward, claw retracty-most prr prr, where roaring log fires are the order of the day and giant foaming tankards of fine ale are served with dramatic gesture by the jolly publican. All a far cry from my dismal, characterless little 1990's "brick box" at the edge of town, that my girlfriend hates. "But it's Elizabethan", I insist. Indeed - but which Elizabeth precisely? Anyway, I didn't fire-up my computer this evening just to bore you with my frustrations and personal feelings of social inadequacy. Passing Church Lane this afternoon, and having my camera ready, I spotted a rare opportunity to photograph Church Lane in a deserted state. Another one for the book of lies, I thought. Then, another thought - deep forcus on this, oh yes. To take advantagey-most of the desertled statey, shiftit right one full headload and, having the power of the clickymost, hovery hovery, then clickit BANG - oh dear, what a blast in the old eyedroves. The result is below. If you haven't viewed a stereoscopic picture before, here's how you do it:
Got it? That's what I'm sending next time an e-mail acquaintance asks me where I live. They can walk through it, marvel at the dangly-most of the basket load, the A-boardy and the Stifle in the far forry. Better than phht phht all up the M4/A417 and the printy-most of the carbolic footload, oh yes. Stay cool...
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