Final day of the Balloon Stampede. And, finally, a colorful but cold sunrise.
Month: October 2018
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Hands-down the best balloon photograph of the entire week, including upcoming images you have yet to see, was this. Made by Kim with Android help near or on the way to Bennington Lake for the early morning trek with Charlie-Beast.
And some balloonery observed downtown on my customary workplace walk:
Some vehicular portraits in the urban wilds of WaWaWA:
Finally, we look in on Dog 163.
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-Four
Balloons. Everywhere. A previous post told us that the Balloon Stampede is taking place in WaWaWA for most of this week. Balloons, if you’ve seen one balloon, you’ve seen … Even the fact of balloon photography is a cliche, but I have nevertheless been sucked in. From the sunrise launches to the night-time burns.
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The Matter of Facebook, Again
By now my viewers should be aware of my curmudgeonly views on Internet privacy and Facebook in particular, perhaps owing to my decades of professional experience with the Internet and Webness, particularly as a programmer with ISP EONI. For several years, I have tried to warn Facebook users about the potential of unwanted use of their personal data and lack of transparency on the part of many social media platforms. (Exception: Social media participation is probably a warranted — and almost necessary — competitive position on the part of commercial enterprises. We’re just talking personal, individual accounts here.) Here is one of the latest guides on how to expunge FB and Instagram from your personal virtual entanglements.
Addendum – October 29. 2018
See: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2018/10/25/facebook-autocracy-app/
rDay Thirteen-Hundred-One
Balloons. The Balloon Stampede comes to Walla Walla’s Howard Tietan Park, a quick half-dozen blocks from our house. Officially opening on the 17th, we get a late afternoon early preview.
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Dog 163 readies for Halloween.
Later, my memory card becomes unusable and I cannot locate the spare. But we visit the Museum of Un-Natural History, anyway. Probably to be revisited and reported upon more fully.