What could be more serene
a wounded angel making a house call on the deceased—
OR MAYBE, THE SERENITY OF A BETTY BOOP
—who rose out of the garden to greet my lens as I passed through in Gore recently. One of the most beautiful of gardens and the Betty Boop section was a marvel of colour*. Aptly named …
OR MYTHICAL (okay, fictitious) CHARACTERS
(aren’t we all?) serenely indulging in a spot of whimsical (wishful!) conversational foreplay—
—I’m sure as I was snapping I heard a breathless giggle followed by a husky “Awwww, c’mon Tink—get real!”
NOW FOR SOME HOME TRUTHS
make of ’em what we may:
—this blasted gull was anything but serene. For no reason I could think of he kept dive-bombing me the length of Deveron between the park and town; I took the snap out of sheer frustration (no shotgun handy). It was the ear-shattering screeches that got through to me, even we Arguses get grumpy sometimes. That, and ‘cos people were staring (I’m yer basic low-profile type meself) …
AND THE ONEPHATDUK PASS
was actually just a bunch of rocks getting wetted on by the fountain. But it’s all entirely legal, that was one serene scene …
And now it’s almost dark enough to snap the great classic cliché ‘serene’ of them all: a candle.
But not any candle—sadly you’ll have to wait to see how it turns out. Until then, stay serene! If you can’t, then I know a seagull who’d be great company …
* I know, I know … red ain’t a serene colour, right?