Small Weir, Big Noise

Small Weir, Big Noise

The post title isn’t some weird figurative saying. It’s literal. I went to the local weir and was surprised by how much noise such a small water work makes. It was deafening enough, though not enough to cancel the noise of my thoughts. I made an impromptu short footage of the terrifying water sounds.

The weir was disappointingly picturesque, so I was unable to shoot a dumporama. Instead, I took a traditional panorama. It is not only boring but also crappy, as you can see below. Let’s blame it on the lack of light and the lack of concentration of the photographer caused by the noise around.

Weir at twilight
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What I Hated the Least Today 107: The Ultimate Dumporama

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Prep for a dumporama

I remembered I had a few odd dumporamas (a grungy take on panoramas) in my archives, which need to be posted. While these dumporamas aren’t as gritty as I’d have them, do take note of the ultimate dumporama featuring an aesthetically very pleasing row of dustbins. Why, yes, I’m weird. I genuinely hated the least about today that I found a rubbish photo of rubbish.

Loopy railway platform
Loopy railway platform
A gem of brutalist architecture
A gem of brutalist architecture
The ultimate dumporama
The ultimate dumporama
I accidentally panoramaed something nice
I accidentally panoramaed something nice
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What I Hated the Least Today 78/365: Dump

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Mouth of hell

I woke up today with a bit of script whirling obsessively round my head: var_dump($blahblah);. This is a developer’s query and is perfectly useless for me to remember at the early stage of my evolution into a geek. My three-week IT course left its indelible marks on me: not only do I have nightmares in which code validators scream red at my code, now I also wake up with a dump in my head.

Wondering if my dump wake-up might have an instructive meaning, I looked around to discover that I actually live in a dump. Now, from my perspective, dump at home happens when I fail to vacuum the floor daily and when I fail to take recyclable rubbish to the bin regularly. Most people would probably call my dump a clean place.

Since I’m me and not most people, I vacuumed thoroughly and took a huge bundle of recyclables out. I could hardly carry the bulk of it. On my way back I stopped in a small shop on the ground floor of my building and got some extra cleaning supplies to soothe my OCD.

I still can’t get the dump out of my head though. Now I think that what the dump dream really meant was that I should skip cleaning and go out to shoot some dump-o-ramas: shout-out to Cardinal Guzman here, go check out his take on the dump-o-rama genre!

Underpass dump-o-rama
Underpass dump-o-rama
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What I Hated the Least Today 45/365: Nature

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What I Hated the Least Today 38/365: Panorama