skulkers. . . .
the royal couple. . .
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by . . . instead I’m trapped in a climate-controlled hotel lobby with a cabana and cheap rum just out of reach. Arrgh!
I don’t know what to say about this photo. It’s not very good. But I love it.
Maybe I can be one of those people who only shoot photos of white-painted poles on the beach. I’ll create a website with thousands and thousands of white-painted poles on the beach. The photos will be shot from beaches across the world. The Caribbean. The Mediterranean. The South Seas. These photos will become extremely popular. Everyone who loves the beach, but is land locked, will purchase one. They will cherish the photo and hang it in their home. Likely in their bathroom.
We’re knights of the round table!
Lavlavado de autos!
Engerado y pulido!
On second thought, let’s skip Camelot. It’s a silly place.
When I took this photo, the trees in the background started to merge with the carousel and for a moment I thought the horses were emerging from the park. It was spooky and disorientating. And then I wished it was true.
Wired up and ready to talk to aliens.