Lastnightstony

When I think of the word Hollywood, I think of silicone, movie stars, and the ten mile zone of seemingly endless dubachary. But why Hollywood, why not New York or Florida as the heart of the film industry. Movie studios did not arbitraily start building lots at the bottom of the West Hills. They were built because of the light. The light that is unique to the area that is perfect for capturing an image. That is exactly what I found today on the South shores of England, light.    This is what is left of the West Pier. It was built in 1866 and burned in 2003. It is scheduled to be rebuilt this year, right now it is just a skeleton of what it once was. Damn thing is only 6 years younger than the state of Oregon.  Skaters, volleyball players, dudes playing hoops was all pretty normal. People were chilled a bit more. Folks in London walk fast as if their ass was on fire. Not here. Nice and chill. After walking around I found the Royal Pavilion. This thing is really amazing. The former residence of King George the IV. Oldest son of George the III, he was a huge fan of the arts and decided to buy a farm and build a grand pavilion in 1783. I did take the tour and tried to take pictures inside. This was not going to happen. It was the end of the day and they had a lot of security people inside. The picture below I found on the web of the main dining hall. It does no justice to the ceiling and chandeliers that hang from a dome.           On a technical note; my trusty Sony T-9 has died. A really good camera for it’s size and ease of use. I now have a new Lieca that is even smaller and with much better accuracy of color and great with a flash. Far superior camera. Something to think about if you are looking for a new one.