Bad guys abound in Tombstone. Some will pose for a photograph, others . . . . you just have to ‘shoot’ them when they’re not looking, pray no one sees you and run for cover.
Jude of Travel Words and the earth laughs in flowers has invited me to join in with this challenge. Jude is an accomplished photographer/traveler/garden enthusiast so while out and about stays grounded and records everything with wonderfully entertaining results.
There are only two rules for this challenge:
- On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in B&W.
- Each day invite another blog friend to join in the fun.
Today I would like to nominate Jo at The Numpty With a Camera to join in.
For those of you non-English English speakers out there, a numpty is one of those quirky English words that doesn’t really translate. The closest I could think of is knucklehead, and Jo is anything but. Visit her site. View her beautiful photography and you’ll see why her title is a self-deprecating one.
After a marathon three-and-a-half day journey from Arizona – taxi ride, overnight flight, rental car, hotel, channel tunnel, drive, drive, drive, hotel, drive,drive, drive – to the south of France, our Reward was this:
And of course we got our just desserts:
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New rule Rule of Thirds: Eat two thirds of a scrumptious afternoon tea and take one third home.
“Who ate those treats on the back of the bottom plate where you’ve turned it around hoping we wouldn’t see?” I hear you ask.
It was Sir Lancelot. Still dressed up after some Fat Tuesday shenanigans he had a bit of an appetite.
Sunset in the Florida Keys for the rule of thirds challenge:
And for the effect of bokeh, a focal point leaping out from the blurred background, Larry lizard peaking out from a palmetto leaf at Magnolia Plantation, Charleston, South Carolina:
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Except for the ill thought out placement of chimneys for a symmetrical photograph, Anglesey Abbey (first built as a priory during the reign of Henry I, i.e. 1100 – 1135) displays near perfect symmetry:
Don’t look too closely. There are other flaws in symmetry.
You looked at this picture and thought our house hunt was over, didn’t you? We decided not to make an offer as the heating bills might strain our budget.
Any of these take your fancy? There wouldn’t be any garden maintenance. I wonder what the neighbours are like? The accommodation might be a bit small. Good view of the North Sea though. Nice beach just a few steps away. It could be our only opportunity for a seaside “villa!”
Yes, I’ve posted similar pictures before. I’m rather smitten with beach huts.
I had thought they were a quintessentially British “quirk” – somewhere to cower and make a cup of tea on your camping stove when the weather is foul – but I’ve discovered them in other countries as well. Have you seen any?
Have you seen these?
The Gateway Arch in St. Louis, symbolizing westward expansion in the United States . . .
. . . . . is so huge, we had to take a Mississippi River trip to fit the whole thing in the camera lens:
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Please play with me! PLEASE! Brittany spaniel in St. Genie de Fontadit, near Beziers in France.
I could do with a playmate! Donkey in a field – all alone! – Romilly, France.
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Emerging from the shadowed entrance of the Priory Church in El Puerto de Santa Maria a procession begins its slow and somber way through the town. It’s Semana Santa, Holy Week, the week before Easter in Spain.
As she emerges into the evening light, and softly lit by candles, Santa Maria is still shadowed by her canopy.
The ‘engine’ of the float is man power, four across . . . .
. . . . . and six deep . . . . .
carrying what may weigh up to the weight of a small car in close quarters and shadowed for the whole of the procession:
An hour later shadowy figures proceed before the still shadowed saint.
For me, the whole event was overshadowed by the eerie similarity of the religious brotherhood’s garb to the Klu Klux Klan. The brotherhoods or fraternities – members of the parish who dedicate themselves to the Semana Santa processions – began establishing themselves centuries ago and have no association with the Klu Klux Klan, but it is said that the Klan took their idea of the robe and hood from seeing the effect it had on crowds at the processions.
I haven’t for some time posted a silly sign the likes of which can be seen if you click here.
I wrote a poem about the silliest of silly signs which you can see here:
But on a recent visit to Boscastle in Cornwall with its witchcraft associations we stumbled on this:
Don’t go all macho-hurt-pride on me gents. I told you not to read this. Anyway, it was himself who pointed it out to me. I’d have walked right past it. I’m only the photographer.