I’m not saying I’m inclined to pessimism, but one of my nicknames at university in the early 70s was Eeyore.
This very short tunnel is at the South end of Ludlow station. I didn’t go there specifically for this shot, but since that was the train for Shrewsbury that I was waiting for, it seemed a pity to waste the opportunity.
David Harley
Two collared doves maintaining social distancing at lunch today.
The kingfisher, of course, is self-isolating.
David Harley
It’s not widely known that Wilson, the real star of Cast Away, not only survived his immersion in the Pacific, but went on to find happiness with a netball he met in LA. Here, by way of proof, is a photograph of one of their children.
I wonder what happened to that Tom Hanks bloke?
David Harley
Well, I guess this is the answer to that hoary old question.
Or maybe it’s just a matter of ‘take me to your Leda’.
David Harley
According to the Shrewsbury Chronicle, the organization cited irreconcilable differences with the landlord.
Oh wait a minute, that was Brangelina.
David Harley
Jude finally found something useful to do with a couple of my author’s copies: specifically, two volumes of a very bulky, heavy and expensive book for which I wrote a couple of chapters a few years ago. That is, for flattening photographs that have spent the past few years rolled up in a cardboard tube.
However, she also put this up in my studio. I’m hoping she isn’t implying that I’m too loud and a bit dozy.
David Harley
Spotted on a neighbour’s wall. It’s been there since Halloween, but this morning It Is Different. Not sure if this is the work of an aspiring axe murderer or an apprentice brain surgeon.
David Harley
Seen on a bus in Shrewsbury yesterday: apparently, losing weight improves your eyesight and reverses hair loss.
I think I’m starting to understand this marketing thing.
And no, I’m definitely not in any way endorsing the clinic, even though they may (or may not) be the best thing since giving up sliced bread.
David Harley
I dug this out of my photo collection because of a tenuous connection with an exchange of work email*, but couldn’t resist posting it here.
Spotted in a cafe in the Blue Mountains. The ones near Sydney, not those in Jamaica. And no mention at all of civet cat scat.
*Well, I was there to co-present a paper for ESET at AVAR. Sydney, that is, not Katoomba. That was a bit of our add-on holiday.
David Harley
Dataholics: the IT addiction 