How Not To Be Seen
The woman in this picture was trying not to be seen by adopting coloured and patterned clothing that matched to some extent her surroundings. However, with a little thought she could have stood a little further up the street where her waistline would have been at the same height as the lower section of darker brickwork making the illusion that bit better. It's little things like this that can make the difference between making a phonecall in privacy – as she wanted – and being plucked from the pavement by a passing eagle – which is what subsequently happened. For #StreetSaturday . Google+: View post on...
A Little Bit Of Nature In March
Spring is here and things are growing. Green things are somehow more green than they were last month and now they're punctuated by white things and yellow things and red things too; flowers, is what I believe they're called. A small selection of photos of nature reasserting its domination, taken this month in and around Chichester. In album Nature in March (17 photos) Google+: View post on...
Nearing The End
So, how many references to the phrase nearing the end can I work into this picture? Well, she's nearing the end of the bench for starters. Actually, she's right at the end to be brutally honest since going further involves a temporary suspension of the forces that bind the component atoms of the old lady and the wooden bench, and mankind just isn't ready for my demolecularisation suppository yet. Secondly, she's nearing the end of the book. Unless it's a Manga novel and she's reading it backwards. She didn't look like a Manga fan, though. Were you to press me on the subject then I freely admit I couldn't describe one, however any attempt to do so would be as far removed from the person photographed as possible. And finally, she's old too so – though it pains me to say it – there's a very obvious nearing the end taking place barring the release of my patented immortality suppositories. But no, I think there's a lot of growing up for humanity to do before those little beauties see the light of day. So to speak. Google+: View post on...
Sun Worshipper
Some people can't wait for a bit of sunshine so they can get out and top up their tans; I'm not one of them. Being half-Irish I only have two skin tones: very white and very red. There are no intermediate shades. Still, even though I'm not a sun worshipper I do understand the principle of the activity: expose one's skin to ultraviolet radiation and balance the cooking of said skin against cancerous growths in an exciting game of chance. This gentleman in the cathedral gardens today clearly was somewhat less worldly-wise than me and had mixed up the two disparate enterprises of sunbathing and wrapping up warm against a chill. I suppose it's easily done. Google+: View post on...
Dog Tired
What separates us from the animals? Many things, of course, and one of the things that separates me from animals – and in particular, this dog – is that I wouldn't lie down on the flagstones in the shopping precinct for a rest. Unless I was really quite drunk. Come to think of it, the dog might have been drunk. Perhaps we're not that dissimilar after all. Google+: View post on...
Red Flower
My knowledge of flowers begins and ends with their colours. This is the final shot of my trio of pictures sponsored by your local Communist party this evening (the others being the red shoes and redhead in case that wasn't clear) and is submitted for #MacroMonday curated by +Kerry Murphy, +Kelli Seeger Kim, and +Jennifer Eden (whose name won't autolink so obviously she's done something to upset the programmers at Google). Google+: View post on...
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