EVER WONDERED how all those old landscape photographers and artists were always able to be in the right place, at the right time, to capture all those wonderful images? Ever wondered how all those old farmers were able to accurately predict the best time for sowing and harvesting their various crops? Indeed, have you ever wondered why all those groups share such contempt for Met Office local weather forecasts and modern 'Global Warming' theory?
FACT IS: we all live insular lives. Whether it be through poverty or ill health that confines us to a particular location; a career that demands most of our time; or our selfish choices not to become involved in the societies we inhabit, we all accept our blinkered vision and engage meekly in our familiar routines. Most of us do not have the inclination to consider the future - or how it might be changed. We leave those considerations to those we have elected, in the hope that they will make the best choices on our behalf.
We don't pay attention because, through our taxes, we employ others to do that for us - and, in any case, we simply don't have the time...
Unfortunately, there is a significant time-lapse between taking major decisions and their subsequent effects. It takes time for change to overcome established momentum - and further time, after the change becomes apparent, for those involved to resist or adapt.
Change drips. The drip becomes a trickle; the trickle becomes a flow; and then the flow becomes a flood. Woe betide anyone who stands in its way...
ORDINARILY, you would need a digital full-frame camera to produce an exhibition quality print like this. Its actual size is 5,746 × 3,232 pixels (more than capable of producing a crisp 24 x 13.5 inch print).
'Don't get it,' said my mailbox. 'According to the meta-data, you took it using a Nikon Coolpix P7000.'
YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE the amount of jaw-dropping idiocy I have been forced to endure as the result of my previous post. Inane comments and ludicrous emails asking why I should object to rationalising mankind's decision-making by employing computers, 'now that we have the technology.'
'What "technology?"' I ask.
'Why, Artificial Intelligence, of course.'
'Do you have kids?' I normally respond.
That's when I begin employing the f-word - much.
Now, these are seemingly intelligent people, all employed in managerial posts; males and females alike, although the latter are few. I can only guess at their ages; but they all have one thing in common: they have absolutely no idea what they are talking about...