‘Alfie’s Back in Town’ Here’s Alfie the most popular dog – maybe the most popular living thing – in town. He’s just back on the scene after a short break recovering from an op to sort his leg out. Now he’s good to go all the old ladies are feeding him the treats they keep
Tag: Animals
‘Weird but Harmless’ ‘The more things change, the more they stay the same’ – A French expression On a sunny Saturday the white bloke wearing khaki shorts, a Disney ‘Lion King’ t-shirt and a battered tin hat carrying a rifle shot a pregnant lioness. Chuffed with himself he had his wife take a photo of
‘Hidden Corner’ Like last year and the year before and the year before that, Zoolon never got an Easter Egg. Is the world of eggs trying to tell me something? I’d never noticed it before yesterday. Driving out of town into the countryside there’s a Beefeater franchise type restaurant. I’ve never been there but I
Last week ‘Sydney the Shetland’ from up the road, this week; ‘The No Name Donkey’ from the same place THE CHESS PLAYER Before he arrived at the café in the High Street where the lorry drivers have breakfast he was an undertaker in a faraway land where nobody had a name. Without names there wasn’t
‘Nothing to Scratch Here’ You’ll have to bear with me on this one. It’s a bit mad. I had a ‘What if?’ moment. I was thinking that most photos I take are of things either ‘straight ahead’ of me or upwards. I never take shots at ground level – like, say a passionate artist type
‘A Chair’ by Someone Who Wanted a Chair This is a 100% true. Just up from where I live there’s a road that I’m beginning to think is in another dimension in time and space. A big concept to take in. I’ll explain. The road in question leads out of town into the countryside behind
‘Tracey the Seagull’ by Zoolon I met Tracey last week when I was crossing the Channel from Dover to Calais on the way to Dunkirk. When she posed for this photo I had no idea just what a freeloader seagull she was. After the photoshoot, outward bound, just outside of Dover Harbour, Tracey had a
BRIAN THE SPARROW’S BUTT I first met Brian the Sparrow about a month ago. Spring was beginning to happen. The day was just about warm, so I was sat outside having a breakfast of hot chocolate and a croissant. When I’d finished eating I left a few croissant crumbs on my plate. It was at
