I can’t resist it.
There’s a scene in the animated movie ‘Rio’ where the little blue parrot gets startled by a snowball thrown by two sarcastic wild birds at the window he’s snugly behind. His remark? “Throw all the snowballs you want—I’m protected by this magical force-field called glass~!”
(So they promptly moon him instead …)
A vertical wall of magical force-field stuff. Made all the more magical by the presence of the two (latest) grand unrequited passions of my life—the princesses Anna and Wosserface …
Who said that walls can’t be transparent, hmmm? If ceilings can be glassy, why not walls?
AND ON THAT SUBJECT
we weren’t, but why not restrict ourselves? Here’s a wee birdie in the park in Gore yesterday.
Autumn here now so the council there is digging up the park, rolling bits of it up like carpets and it occurred to me that if you stretch out a wall and lay it flat it becomes ground but is still (to all intents and purposes) a wall. A flat horizontal wall.
Ergo this photo is legal …
I snapped a series of this energetic wee hunter after his/her brekkie, and let me tell you that the rolled up wall there was pretty thoroughly investigated. Footprints all over, in fact.
AND NOW I HAVE TO TAKE
The Spouse out, so shall load up the duty camel (moi) with tripod and stuffs and sally forth to photograph the changing chestnuts. All spikey now and soon to fall, I imagine this may be a hard winter—a bit of a tough nut to crack …