… … … wait for it … … …


Boom boom! (Ahem, a bit less of this wild enthusiasm—)


I walk a lot. Six klicks when weather is fowl (I’ll admit it, I’m chicken) and varying circuits to twelve K’s when I feel like it.

devil-2A totally unnecessary accessory on any walk is a camera and trimmings, without which I’d feel be naked (dysfunctional, and fretting oodles too) … (so please delete and amend previous wordings as required for coherence).

So herewith also find a few shots selected entirely at random, just as they appear on my screen. One day I’ll get ’round to a whole heap of proper editing—that’ll be when I take a break from shooting, which will be right after Hell freezes over. Judging by the expression on the face of my Guardian Angle there, no time soon. (No freezes pleases, hey?)


is a wee country town overflowing with sportsfolks of all types and ilks. Can’t get away from them (hell, if walking is a sport I’m guilty too?) (naaaah!).

Here have a nice cricket—

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—game. I have no idea who is playing whom but judging by the wild enthusiasm of the crowd it was a major match …

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Another day, another atmospheric phenomenon. Judging by the halo even power poles can be holier than thou. Or moi.

Wotever …

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No walk would be complete without passing under the gaze of (SFX: drum roll, please) The Watcher. His hat seems to have slipped again, it does often and I retilt it to a more rakish angle.

Nice guy but he never returns my salutes—and never growls at me for walking across his grass, for which I am grateful.

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Across the road and along a bit these things. This being farming country I venture a guess that they may be something to do with agriculture (but don’t quote me on that).

More in that vein, here have thee a nice—

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—harvest, complete with an ever patient truck awaiting collection. Of the harvest, that is. I’m told that those big gift-wrapped things are stuffed with hay. Apparently gift-wrapping makes it better somehow. But I can’t help thinking that it makes things a bit difficult for sheep and cows and things, all molars and no claws …

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And when the ploughman homeward wends his weary way and old dogs turn back to their kennels, this (above) is what you see sometimes down here.

It was a misty-rainy day and with wet all over the lens I took the shot anyway, knowing damn’ well that folks would think it all Photoshop. ‘Snot, it’s wysiwyg …


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6 thoughts on “PERSONAL PHOTO

    1. Weirdly I don’r remember it raining that day. But although cricket rates behind rugby (about 40 million behind) it still attracts a following … and I think both followers were in the bleachers there, somewhere, cheering. Okay, clapping …

    1. We get ’em down here, sometimes—just a question then of hoofing around for alignment and getting it before it goes.

      It’s cloud effects, not electric around the pole—I have ’em on street signs, trees etc too.

  1. Forgive my obtuse question; obviously you’re a serious “shutterbug”. (my affectionate term for photographers) Is real film still manufactured, or has everything become digital? Also, is your avatar an English Bulldog?

    1. Hi, and welcome~! Film is still manufactured, but it seems a specialty item and you’ll have to track it down, Possibly Amazon?

      Avatar is indeed originally an English breed. Not a bulldog, he was a bull terrier. BTs are not large (although Argus weighed in at seventy pounds) (no fat, ’twas all dog). They have an impish sense of humour (very~!) and are far more intelligent than most will give ’em credit for. They need a lot of exercise and you cannot ignore them …

      Here’s a vid of one teasing a cat and being out-generaled by it—

      —bear in mind that that cat would be history in seconds if the adolescent dog actually meant business. Wonderful family dogs and great with babies, very tolerant.

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