This photo was taken at Beitou Station [北投站]. The train above runs from Beitou Station to Xinbeitou Station [新北投站]. View the Large.
Last week I was playing with the Panorama Assist setting on my camera. I returned home with a series of pictures but no software to stitch them all together. I downloaded Kekus Calico for MacOSx and it seems to do everything I want it to do for my current needs. I am still a beginner at taking panorama shots, so if you have any constructive criticism please feel free to let me know.
There’s an unexpected guest! Time to give him a warm welcome….
Yesterday was the last day of a seemingly never-ending streak of rainy days. I had a lot of time to kill before work so I decided to go to Xinbeitou to study. I got on the train to Xinbeitou which is a small branch line that connects Beitou Station (pictured above) with Xinbeitou Station. When I boarded the train at Beitou Station, I hung my umbrella on the small piece of metal which attaches the vertical handrail to the protective glass next to the door.
This is the view from the bus to Nantou after waiting two and a half hours the day before the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday. It took me about 10 minutes just to find the back of the line I was supposed to be in. The lines to Taichung went out the door and down the stairs leading to the Station Underground Mall. I couldn’t grab any pictures from inside the station because I feared that if I took off my backpack I might accidentally knock over no less than a half dozen people in the process.
The other day started off unusually lousy. Anyone who has attended Shida can tell you how treacherous the elevators at the school are: they close quickly and aren’t very sensitive to stopping when someone hits the open doors button or if they run into someone’s hand or forehead (I only saw someone get nailed in the forehead once). Anyway, on this particular day I got on the elevator without much of a fuss, it was when it began closing on the last person behind me that it nailed her pretty hard and sent her coffee all over my arm. No problem, but I don’t need an apology at every floor on the way to the eighth at 7:55 in the morning.