The Murdering Canons Roar

Following the failure of Sea, Sex and Sun, I look elsewhere for gratification. Of course I find it at Okinawa Boot Sales in the form of an underwater camera. I had one before but it was really poor and finally gave up the ghost. Happily, you might say as this blog has been less blighted by out of focus shots of exotic fish just leaving the frame.

So I got an outstanding deal on a Canon G10 underwater set up. The G10 is an outstanding camera and this outstanding one looks brand new.

A few years old but never used.

A few years old but never used.

The underwater case thing is brand new.

The underwater case thing is brand new.

About 60 meters from my computer is a big lump of rock.

“Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet:	Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.”

“Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?
Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed.
Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel.
Polonius: It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet: Or like a whale?
Polonius: Very like a whale.”

Underneath there are coral and fish. I rush out as the sun goes down.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd!”

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d!”

“Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord?  Hamlet: Words, words, words.  Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord?  Hamlet: Between who?  Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.”

“Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words.
Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord?
Hamlet: Between who?
Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.”

I think I am going to have fun with this.

 

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