Three Wise Monkeys
Chichester has its own variant of the proverbial three wise monkeys, these particular ones depicting Smell No Evil, Grimace A Little Bit At Evil, and Wonder If I Left The Iron On At Evil. Not as widely accepted in the world. For #StreetPhotography curated by +Tatiana Parmeeva and for #StreetPics curated by +Arnold Goodway +Pablo Luis Gonzalez +Monika Pia +urszula masilela Google+: View post on...
Running Late
What's the time? Nearly three. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Come on, let me get there in time. Where is it? Where is it? I think I'm in time. Yes! Yes! No! That's not a letterbox! Google+: View post on...
Checking Out The Honeys
You know those old movies where there's a cool guy standing around, smoking, and eyeing up the hot ladies as they walk past? And the hot ladies in those old movies: they like being the centre of that cool guy's attention? Well, sometimes those cool guys don't die in drag races trying to impress those hot ladies. And sometimes those hot ladies don't get gunned down by love rivals for the cool guy's attention. Sometimes those cool guys and those hot ladies simply grow old. For #StreetPics curated by +Arnold Goodway +Pablo Luis Gonzalez +Monika Pia +urszula masilela Google+: View post on...
Busker
Spent some of lunchtime in the company of a couple of buskers. They weren't aware of this; I was behind them. I'm not in the habit of hanging around with those foolish enough to expose their singing and musical talents to a mostly indifferent public. This couple was young and in need of some practice but they were also talented and a welcome change from the usual busking faces I've come to recognise over the past year or so. If I had one piece of advice for them – even though my only claim to anything approaching musical ability is the couple of years learning (a.k.a. butchering) the violin when I was younger – then it would be: busk in the shade or you will die a horrible, horrible, fiery death. If I had two pieces of advice for them then the first one would be the same as that already expressed and the additional one would be: don't play that godawful Gotye song anywhere near me ever again or you will die a horrible, horrible, fiery death. Google+: View post on...
Damselfly
I think. I don't really do this whole nature thing. Right now it's difficult to do the whole street photography thing too, partly because it's so damned hot I could cry and partly because all the women are wearing so few clothes I am extremely wary about being seen as some kind of pervert. I am one, of course, but one doesn't like to be plainly identified as such. You've got to have some mystery in your life. For #WildlifeWednesday curated by +Mike Spinak and +Morkel Erasmus Google+: View post on...
Monthly Market
The third Friday of the month is market day in Chichester, and yesterday – being the third Friday in the month of July – saw the market arrive once more in the precinct. All the usual stalls and stallholders were there but yesterday included some refreshing entertainment in front of the Cheap Weeds From My Garden stall in the form of a man showing off some tricks with a giant, novelty yo-yo; this one was called, I think, "walking the cat". Or something. #StreetSaturday #StreetPhotography Google+: View post on...
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