^^^ I agree, but nevertheless enjoy the photography and the relaxing effect of the slow pace of it all. Think about it a little too much though and you start to see all sorts of ironies and incongruities which I'm not sure are all intentional or not. Amusing enough, either way.

Him: I'm taking the air-filter off to improve the engine breathing....show how blokey I am and how much I know about engines.
Me: Umm....you wouldn't do that on a beach if you knew about engines.
All those jars are going to go flying at the first hint of a decent wind that brings that shutter down on them.
That sheer white mossie net was a bit prissy. Couldn't he find a stinky piece of old hessian?
And what's he trying to prove by tossing the guitar out the door all the time?