Redhead
If you go down to the woods today you're sure of a big surprise, and if you popped through the gardens at the back of Chichester Cathedral you would also have experienced one as someone had placed clowns at strategic locations inside its walls in a fiendish bid to terrify the unsuspecting public. Fortunately, years of suffering stalking by the horrific harlequins as a youth has given me a healthy suspicion of anyone (you can never be too safe) and everything (especially very small cars) and I was ready for them. I'm always ready for them. Keeping to the grass and small movements, and thinking like a bush allowed me to navigate the greenery safely. I took off and nuked the area from orbit after I'd got clear; it's the only way to be sure. Google+: View post on...
Communicator
Very bright but quite cold this lunchtime and there wasn't a great deal going on in Chichester. I only decided to take a shot of this particular woman because she stood still for a few seconds and it's a shame that I didn't fire off a few more photos as – mere moments after addressing her communicator – she was encased in a sparkling shower of exotic particles as her component atoms were dematerialised into energy form and beamed to some unseen location. Bloody intergalactic explorers. For #MonochromeMonday curated by +Charles Lupica, +Bill Wood, and +Hans Berendsen. Google+: View post on...
The Ruby Slippers
We build our houses from bricks and mortar in these parts which has one major benefit – a resistance to tornado flights – and a related major drawback – a higher than average occurrence of wicked witches. For #ShoesMonday curated by +Olga Kafka and +Laura Harding. Google+: View post on...
Furries
I just realised that I haven't posted anything today so I thought I'd put this shot up taken at the tail end of last week. To give a bit of back story to the picture I should point out that we've had a bit of trouble recently with wild animals – big cats and bigger bears in the main – along North Street in Chichester. You can usually identify newcomers to the area or people just there on a day trip as they're the ones without rifles. Still, weaponry or not, it's been a dangerous place for a good few weeks and something had to be done. Luckily, a group of Necromongers were in town for some play or other on at the festival theatre and they took care of the little problem for us. As is their way, they keep what they kill. And very nice they look in it too, Google+: View post on...
Lunch on the Bench
Of all the places to enjoy a nice lunch surely nothing can beat that of a public bench, especially if you're eating something warm and the bench has only recently been vacated by a homeless person or potentially incontinent elderly person who was in need of a rest; it's like getting a hot plate for free. For #BenchSaturday curated by +Rainer M. Ritz. Google+: View post on...
Someone Famous
"Are you waiting for someone famous?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes, glancing down at the camera slung around my neck. "Only you," I replied with a smile, quickly swinging the body up and firing off a shot before he even had a chance to flinch. And then he attacked! A lesser street photographer would have been knocked senseless by the savagery and swiftness of the strikes sent in his or her direction but I had prepared for this moment well; my training in the hidden deserts of the Americas and the mountains that hinder the approach to sunken R'lyeh kicked in. I warded off his initial assault, not wishing to do him any harm and hoping that he would see reason and slink away, but it was to no avail; that twinkle in his eyes was now just madness. I could give you the details of every move I made as I reluctantly turned defence into attack but such a narrative would be only of interest to the masters of Street Fu. Let us merely say that inside half of a minute my assailant was no more; nothing was left except a few scuff marks on the flagstones and a smear against the wall that were you to press your nose against and sniff deeply you might discern some trace of the tangy iron that permeates our veins. For #StreetSaturday and #SuspiciouslyUnlikelyStorySaturday and #StopMakingUpThemesSaturday . Google+: View post on...
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