I know …
… obvious, ennit?
You know, that ol’ “night before Christmas” stuff. Just as well, I no longer do subtle. Subtle stinks, think hammer~! Boom boom!! Hah harr, Jim Lad, bring aft the rum and—
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
Little Virginia. Bugger—
“Sir … you’re going maniac again.”
“Don’t you mean ‘manic’, Cutie?”
“Sir—I know what I mean …”
Take the helm, get the ship back under control. She relaxes and fades gently from sight. (MEMO to self: find out where she goes when she does that …)
So: can we anticipate? Do we have that much Free Will—
“Mr Argus! Sir!”
Eek! I thought she’d gone … back to the snaps, then. Beginning with the latest folly of the Queens Park management, this time just behind the kiddies’ playground (great toys—they have a ‘hose your buddies’ cannon set up. Terrific range on it, I got drenched.)
Not real moonlight …
I bimbled around that way one morning and found them constructing this thing, which I think is a Stonehenge semi-lookalike in miniature. Took ’em weeks to finish.
Whimsy, or folly? I anticipate that many years in the future homesick foreign druids will congregate here to beat each other over the head during full moons with armfuls of pine leaves or something (we don’t do mistletoe in NZ).
I ALSO ANTICIPATE
that this one (below) should frustrate you as much as stumbling over it in my folder did me.
I put a lot of thought into it … along the lines of “What the hell did I shoot this for?” followed quickly by “What the heck is it anyway?”—
—and no, no ‘trick photography’ was involved. To anticipate (and alleviate) your frustrations here’s something a bit more explanatory—
—and the park is full of little oddities like that. Anyway, the ducks love ’em~!
Mostly I shoot for the joy of the hunt, I rarely fiddle with my images; if anything a bit of colour boost sometimes. My histograms are often a total disaster but then, so are my subjects …
to rabbit about some more in the ol’ folders and see if there’s anything that might meet The Challenge. Don’t wait up …