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I had tried to connect („tether“ is the accepted technical term) the eos70 (or was it eos40 then) with a laptop before, and didn't really like how it worked. Canon's software treated it like a scanner, so first you take a trial shot, take a look at it, then shoot for real. That's not what I'd want, it's slow, takes too many steps and you still have to manipulate the camera itself, can't control it by mouse and/or keyboard, only the shooter button is under the mouse. And you don't quite know what's going on, not wieldy at all.
Today it crossed my mind that perhaps linux has a better app. Seeing how other photo processing works on it... and I found Entangle, which does everything I expected it to, with simplicity and elegance. And it doesn't require any kind of a strong machine - I installed it on decomp, which was about ten years old at the time. Starts, goes. It lets me do practically everything, except the lense mechanics, i.e. zooming and manual focusing need a finger on the lens (even though it's the so-called manual focusing - it's still run by the little motor). Made a dozen shots around the house (the decomp is perfect for it now, what with the fat triple battery). Interestingly, the eos70 doesn't count these shots - last regular shot before these was 05517, and the next morning it started with 05518.
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On 21st we went, finally, first to blok 70 and then to Lena. Blok 70 is the chinatown, almost all the shops in the mall are theirs. (... 31 word...) We visited the rest of it, in passing, looking for a place where they buy food ingredients - the jasmin (yasmin? yasmeen? jesamine? kill me) rice, sauy soce (typo intentional, shadowing the Sosa/sos pun in serbian), some more exotic ketchup and curry. We had luck, partially - the first two we found, but about ketchup and generally all spice, it's curtains (in serbian, „brown cap“), one needs to read now chinese now vietnamese, as the translation is the same on ten different packages, and probably just as wrong for all ten.
The weather being still nice, we went with Lena and Milan to some splav for lunch. The place was somewhat fancy, but the grub was good all the same, the excess design didn't spoil the content. I ate two horse pljeske, and it was good. The breeze ran downstream, and we switched places so that we smokers sit downwind. Then the sun lowered itself enough to shine in everyone's eyes, and the staff pulled down some screen, more of a sieve, which was enough to prevent the glare and to turn the breeze upstream, carrying the smoke over the table again.
On twentysecond I realized the summer was over, we went nowhere, spilled milk etc, so let's at least go to Fruška, we didn't go there since... what, 1990. or 1991. when we took the kids and Oma for mayday. Let's go. We sat into the saxo, took the known shortcuts via Žeželj's bridge and Petrovaradin, to avoid all the downtown traffic, then around Kamenica I semi-intentionally missed a turn and went through the village. Very interesting place, where the flatlanders adjusted their habits to life on a slope. From architecture to... well everything, there are wry streets, yards with weird angles... On the cemetery a stonecutter leased a dozen lots and equipped them with serial blank tombstones and lids, all ready, just help yourself. Just like one funeralist advertised his shop, „yours is only to die, we'll take care of everything else“.
We drove up to the ridge crossing, and took the ridgeway through the forest, aka park. Some character charges some ecologic tax or whatever, just missing some ajenda to peek out of his rear pocket. The road was kind of okay first 20m, then it developed plate sized potholes, shin deep, strange configuration. The money he took won't feed the road's maintenance, as such a holy thing requires more fuel to negotiate, therefore the consequences thereof need to be remedied (and nobody gives a fuck for the causes).
We switched to south slope at some point, don't quite remember where the road went, but we reached Vrdnik from its upper side, took a turn to some hotel, something big scattered around and quasi ethnic, all done in wood and fake mountain style, even its church in the yard (!) was wooden. The landscape is marvelous, no contest, Srem spreads in autumn colors as far as eye can see, it's a beauty... okay, let's eat. Some mixed meat, the usual, rather good but not memorable (i.e. had to look at the photo, forgot completely).
And afer lunch... well, what now? Let's go home. This was a five hour annual leave. Of course, the new Žeželj's bridge (practically all the bridges in Novi had to be rebuilt after the 1999 bombing) is still unfinished so we took the old one, which bears reduced load, i.e. it's a railway bridge and only doubles as a road bridge, just like it ever did, so we had to wait for the train to pass, then to wait for the green light - it's only one-way, alternating. It still wasn't raining, just looked like it would.
We did drop by Arpi on the way back, dunno why, didn't make any photos. Either we brought him something, or picked something from him. Sometimes such transactions are invented just to have a pretext to visit.
Mentions: Arpad Gunaroši (Arpi), decomp, eos40, eos70, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Milan Nastić, Novi Sad, Oma, pljeska, saxo, splav, in serbian
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