Old, forgotten photo of a window display in Manchester, just found it in the process of trying to make an organised photography portfolio on EPRoM-17, rather than just sticking things there every time a film is developed. I’ve always been a bit miffed by the reflection on the window but there’s nothing that can be done about it now.
The CD with these files on it is a complete mess. Probably should have sorted them instead of just dumping the whole lot on a disc…
Organisation is the bane of my existence.
Some old photos from October last year. There’s a pillbox bunker by the canal, left over from when the Home Front were preparing for an invasion of Britain that obviously never happened.
That train was actually moving like a hare with its arse on fire, despite looking perfectly still.
How that tyre got up there, I’ll never know. Also dodgey fair ride in the train station car park. Needless to say, I never bother with that crap, just take pictures of the rides while they’re dormant and slink off (in this case, to the pub where I used to work) while it’s still quiet.
The rest of the photos will probably be on EPRoM-17 later. Yay.
Hunting through photos I’d long forgotten having taken, I found this one and kind of like the way the goose has its head inclined. The camera I took this picture with does make a sound a bit like a duck when you click the shutter button, so maybe it was on the lookout for some of the mallards that share the pond.
“It was pretty good though, wasn’t it? Sounded exactly like the wind!”
“Yeah. It was blowing a gale through my mind.”
“I can do other elements!”
“Can you really. Can you do fog?”