Been sorting through some forgotten folders on my Mac, trying to tidy everything up in a vain attempt to become more organised. Stumbled across this forgotten shot from my first ever visit to Liverpool whereupon I spent the evening wandering around the docks on my own….
Unfortunately it’s a bit soft (hand held evening shots often are) but I did quite like the contrast and colour. If I’m honest it could probably do with the bottom bit cropped off, but no time for editing today.
It is often said that money, makes the world go round. Quite frankly this is silly. I’m not a physisisisisist, in fact I can’t even spell it, but I do know that the world goes round because at some point in the dim and distant past before God, Dinosaurs and Fish a giant Space Mammoth brushed against it in it’s haste to get to the toilet at the other end of the universe. It’s also true (apparently) that the world will one day stop spinning, at which point gravity will cease to exist and we’ll all become as light as feathers and float into the sky.
I haven’t gone mad, I was just thinking of a title for this picture and it dawned on me that it isn’t money that makes the world go round, it’s the world that makes money go round.
The countryside seems to have thus far escaped the Health and Safety Nazis in that around the Backstreets of the darkest corners of Essex, you can still find the traditional method of keeping your sheep in one field and your crops in another. The longer they stay away from England’s green and pleasant Land, seen here on the Dengie peninsular the better the world will be.
Quite literally. Took this a while ago, but re-processed it to suit my mood.
And no longer looking like a furry Mars bar sized rat……
This one was the only one awake so I took the opportunity to borrow her for a few minutes. Of the 50 or so shots I took, very few were in focus as she’s now discovered how to run, with the odd skip and a hop before falling over.