Phantom Windmill

Played with postproc brightness to ghost the windmill in Hull.

Golden-eyed gull

Via Kronk.

A Chivalric Tale of Swordplay and Flagpoles

While waiting to pick up the Freckled One, I took these pics from too far away through a hazy car window of a kid who epitomized joy. He had a plastic sword and shield and was patrolling the area hacking evil bushes and other foul objects to pieces.



"What, ho? Do I sight another beast to slay?"

"I proceed apace to carve and slice and rend asunder!"

"Die, foul oak, die!"

"Think you immune, flagpole?"

Ten seconds after a loud ponging noise announces the collision of plastic blade and flagpole, our fair knight searches the ground for something . . ..

*clutching shattered sword hilt to his chest* "Oh, who hath witnessed the sundering of The Shining Blade?
"Hrm. Perhaps the blade might yet be made whole."

The minions must be informed.

"Hail fairest Mother, I bring tidings of darkness and woe! This sword which might appear to you unblemished is but a sad illusion . . . "

"Behold! The evil that flagpole hath wrought!"

Little hand, big hand

Candid shot taken on the fly at the zoo from about thirty feet away.

Red dog, green leash

Shelter dog nobly surveying the field. Breathe deeply. Anything is possible in this moment.

Back in his cage. Betrayed. Casting a baleful eye.

Love the eyelashes

From a day at the zoo with the kiddies.