That's a really nice shot. I realise my latest photo-kink is blurry running people, is this indicative of some deepseated insecurity or does it mean I'm secretly in love with my mother or something? Please inform. Also, 'Pure Bathrooms' - what?
Do you know the painter L.S. Lowry? Lowry was from around these parts. My pedestrian looks just like one of his stick figures.
The background is fortuitous. I was concentrating on centring the little yellow car in the wing mirror. I was over the moon about the stick man and Pure Bathrooms. They are just right- and totally unplanned.
I love happy accidents.
Pure bathrooms as opposed to Profane ones? What would be the difference, I wonder?
You wouldn't want to know the kinds of things that people get up to in profane bathrooms.
Oh but see, now my curiosity is aroused!
Well, I suspect that asses' milk may be involved....
You're driving on the wrong side, buddy. And that double yellow line is supposed to be in the middle of the road!
Also, I love little yellow cars and want one of my very own.
It's called a Mini Cooper- or so my wife informs me. Cute, eh?
We have them over here, and I would have gotten one as a replacement for Cleopatra except they are expensive!! Besides, Persephone and I are getting along splendidly.
They're a cult.
Largely thanks to that movie- the Italian Job
Oooo, I've never belonged to a cult. In my defense, though, what attracted me to them was their small size and good gas mileage.
Pure Bathrooms? Are they all white or something?
And largely the product of chance. I wanted to get the Mini Cooper in the mirror, but I didn't know what else I was capturing until afterwards.
Pure bathrooms- who knows?
And it's hard to see where his head is.
And we would say "restrooms," since there's no bathtub.
(At the moment, I have a "restroom" in my house.
As if one goes in there to "rest." Right.)
As if it contained a day couch and potted palms.
Are you driving, then?
"Pure bathrooms," eh? I guess here it would read "Clean bathrooms."
Sometimes I wish I lived in England. Everything is so much--classier.
Oh, no- I'm in the passenger's seat. We drive on the left, of course.
And I hate driving. I took about 20 lessons once and never conquered my fear.
Sometimes when I'm driving (which I've done since 14) I remind myself that I am in a little rolling box! But it's so habituated for me that I don't fear it much anymore--as I've said before, I'm increasingly timid on interstates around rushing trucks (they are everywhere here), and so I avoid those superhighways.
I like this photograph very much. It's a delight to me that you and Ailz have this new way of seeing the countryside.
I have to ask if you're just very lucky with these photographs, or if there are hundreds that you don't put here in your LJ, saving just the best for us. :)
Sometimes I shoot a whole lot.
But this happens to be a lucky one-off. I got the picture I wanted at the first attempt and didn't need to take any more.
A few days ago I took a whole slew of pictures through the windscreen in the rain and they were all of them rubbish.