‘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
Tag: Humour
‘Six Wives of Henry’ All I asked for was a plain omelette. I was in France at the time so what I said must have got lost in translation. What I got served up was a mushroom omelette. I hated mushrooms. Always had. However, one bite later I discovered I loved mushrooms. That was about
I took this photo on Christmas Eve. The statue lives in the Western Docks of Dover Harbour. I read the girl the two soldiers are holding is called ‘Victory’. The statue is a memorial created in remembrance of the 556 employees who worked on the railways and who died in service during World War I.
Still frame from ‘The Shape of Water’ ‘The drowning shoe’ Listening to the old bloke in front of me in the inevitable post office queue having a bit of a rant I was thinking, ‘that’s not entirely accurate’. What he was saying to the even older bloke in front was, “I’ve heard it all now.”
‘For Free’ by Zoolon The brainwasher wearing the grey suit that sparkled said he drove an Audi Quattro. He asked what I drove. I lied and said a skateboard. He asked why I didn’t wear, “A smart suit like mine”. I couldn’t be bothered to answer. Also, he looked like someone who might end up
‘Neat Feet’ by Zoolon 100% true. That daft mate of mine I’ve been writing about lately has surpassed himself yet again. He was looking a bit down so I say, “What’s up?” He says, “It’s my star sign.” I say, “What about it?” He says, “It’s total rubbish.” I say, “What sign of the Zodiac
‘A Scouting Party of Clouds’ – 1 I’d almost forgotten what clouds looked like because of this empty sky heatwave in South East England. So hot for weeks and weeks without a cloud in the sky. The photos taken Tuesday evening of a scouting party of clouds has given me some hope the weather might
A Magpie’s Loss I never got to see the event, I just got told about it. There’s a single storey extension at the back of the house. It has a flat roof. On the flat roof there’s a bird bath kept full of water so that any number of bird species can drop by, have
‘Prying Eyes’ (if I had been ready a second earlier taking this pic I’d have captured the swans kissing) 100% true. So, the sun’s out and I’m thinking photographs. I drive out to a place called Kearsney Abbey even though it never was an abbey, just a massive grand old country house that fell apart.
(Stefan the Heron) It was good that the camera had decent zoom otherwise Stefan the Belgian Heron – who I thought was just an OK, plastic garden ornament until he flew away in style – would have missed the cut for this post. I did try to get to chat with Stefan from a distance
