of the week: ‘Path’.
Paths of glory? Morning glory? Happy and glorious? Happy, Dopey, Dave Dee Dozey Beaky Mick and— enough! Dammit, association of ideas in freefall doth not help with meeting the weekly photo challenge.
slap slap slap …
… ouch, and Thank You, I needed that. Brrrr. You’ll keep …
Where were we?
—yer classic path through the trees. Nothing new here, or even artistic—I just held the camera while it did all the work. Moving modestly on—
“Mr Argus! Sir!”
“Yes, Little Virginia?”
“Sir … you’re a Leo. Modesty and Leo are a contradiction in terms—”
Moving on anyway—
Now just try to figure it out (SFX: insert manic cackle here, please. Make it good).
“Full fathom five thy marker lies, of his bo—”
“Sir … … please just get on with it!”
Okay. It’s a road cone tossed in by some transient humourist hooligan. The path (which keeps us legal for this challenge) is overhead and only in the shot on reflection. By reflection. Whatever. The wee creek itself is also a path, albeit damp, for the local duck-life.
having just got back from town, to see if any of today’s snaps fit the bill. Foot the bill. Okay, meet the challenge.