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09.11.2006 – Thursday 9 November – Tripods

Morning

• It’s quite windy, and there’s a lot of cloud around, but it’s not actually raining. I’m tossing up whether I should take my camera or not. In other camera-related news, I found the instruction manual for my tripod, and read it. Who would have thought you needed an instruction manual for a tripod—but I discovered that I can twist a certain tube, increasing the tension on the upsy-downsy bit, stopping it from slacking around as it is currently. I’m impressed—a tripod with hidden features.

Night

• I walked home—apart from the train from Central—and from there on to Clint’s place, where we waited until the rain had stopped, and then went for a walk around the suburbs. Somehow, when I got home, it was four o’clock in the morning, and I remembered that I had to get up early to go to a food and wine festival.