Critique
An interesting thirty seconds. It looks like a couple taking a shot of Chichester Cross and checking how it all comes out on the phone… but it isn't. This man was quite surprised to find his photographic prowess being analysed by a complete stranger and was decidedly put out by her suggestion that he try moving around to his right in order that he might get part of the Cathedral in shot too. So angry was he, in fact, that he kidney-punched the unwanted critic, an act not unnoticed by the bald gentleman you see here to the rear who leapt to her defence and bit the photographer repeatedly until he retreated from the area; a relationship then swiftly bloomed between the rescuer and his rescuee as he helped her up and they agreed to start dating this weekend with him proposing that new play up at the theatre and then the pub afterwards. She agreed but suggested he might want to try a different tie on the night as the one he was wearing clashed with his eyes. He tried to kidney-punch her but she was prepared this time and dodged the blow; he then strode off with a look of pure venom on his face. Some people just don't like criticism. In other news: my long distance lip-reading course is paying dividends at last. Google+: View post on...
Superman?
Retired superheroes tend to flock to England's south coast as it's here that they're guaranteed some of the best disguises money can buy (it's not for no reason that Hampshire and West Sussex collectively are known as Wig Valley the world over) and so it's here that a little privacy late in life is most likely to happen. Still, all it takes is a lapse in concentration – for instance, a phone call from Lois, a lean back against a metal bollard encased in concrete, and a forgetful moment where your own strength is underestimated – for the quiet life to be dashed. Google+: View post on...
Rabbit Plant
Chichester is the mad scientist capital of western Europe so it's never a surprise to spot something a little unusual when out and about. Never a surprise, and rarely a pleasure, but a pleasure it actually was today as I chanced upon an entity that on close inspection appeared to be part lagomorph, part tree; the ears twitched most pleasingly as I approached it and snapped a shot. The entity was incarcerated by a mesh constructed from strawberry preserve. Rabbit plant and jammy cage; this could only be the work of the fiendish Doctor Zeppelin. For #MacroMonday curated by +Kerry Murphy, +Jennifer Eden, and +Kelli Seeger Kim. Google+: View post on...
Discarded Glasses
It wasn't a great day for street photography so, instead, a second shot from me for #DOFMonday curated by +Mara Acoma, +Helena Martins, and +Lynda Bowyer, and a submission – since it's a colour-treated black and white shot – for #MonochromeMonday and its curators +Charles Lupica, +Hans Berendsen, and +Jerry Johnson. I found this pair of discarded glasses on one of the ancient walls that encircle Chichester as I wandered around at lunchtime. Why were they there? Who had left them? These questions immediately sprang to mind and so – because I'm an inquisitive sort with scary psychic powers – I reached out to them with my mind (you can see some of my mindy aura encroaching into the shot, top left) to see if I could perceive any emanations from the glasses department of the spirit world. It was hazy at first, as these things tend to be, but slowly I unravelled the threads of the glasses last moments of being wanted (being wanted is to a pair of glasses what being alive is to a human being or what lying is to a politician): "Janice," came a disembodied voice. "Can you actually see anything through those things? They're scratched to buggery love!" "Nah, they're okay, ain't they? The scratches are near and I'm trying to look far away" replied what I assume to be Janice. "Okay, Janice, I was trying to avoid saying it but we're your friends and, see, you look bleeding ridiculous wearing them." "What!? Me fashion's top notch! Next thing you'll tell me is that the hula skirt doesn't go with the string vest!" "Well, now you come to mention it…" "Look! I'll lose the glasses but the rest of me's staying as I am. I've got a date tonight!" "Baby steps, Janice, baby steps." And then it all faded to silence. I'm on the lookout for a string vest now. Google+: View post on...
Blurred Barbs
I feel the need! The need for posting some more black and white photos! Tom Cruise, Tog Pun However, one more colour shot for now because it has bokeh and people like bokeh, and because it has sharpened bits of rusty metal that prevent – or, at least, hinder – lunatics from climbing over bridges onto railway tracks nearby and people like that too. For #DOFMonday curated by +Mara Acoma, +Helena Martins, and +Lynda Bowyer. These lines are more #NotReallyLeadingAnywhereLinesMonday than #LeadingLinesMonday so I won't alert +Jakob Nilsson to their presence as he probably gets inundated with notifications right now. Google+: View post on...
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