or should that be
Don’t ask me, I’m just the scruffy scribe here. I was rabbiting through my iPhoto albums, trying to clear some unwanted imagery and found a wee file of Peter Pan statue shots from various visits to Queens Park.
Here be some of ’em (and that’s all you get so if PP bores you I won’t be offended if you simply move on) …
STARTING with wet and soggy. (Well, wet …)
And the second verse—
—same as the first, only different.
I’d love to know what she’s just suggested, he’s looking a bit googly-eyed and gobsmacked.
I sneaked around a bit but still couldn’t hear. Bummer …
On a cold winter’s day I feel that clothing made of something other than a few leaves and feathers would be more apt—but what do I know?
Perhaps I should ask—
—the sweet little old lady who every morning reloads his hands with a posy of fresh flowers. If anyone knows who she is they’re not saying, but it adds some flavour …
AND I ALWAYS
wanted to shoot them on a misty morning. Never worked out, so dammit—I made my own mist. All ya gotta do is breathe on the lens then get the snap quickly.
can vary, often within minutes down here. Things happen swiftly in Queens Park, quite often lovely trees that were there yesterday are just a pile of sawdust today. I think the demented man-with-the-chainsaw is either working a sideline firewood racket or is determined to force through his vision of an open vista park: savannah (with an occasional ‘token’ tree).
So here’s one lighting—
And we’ll close with this one I tweaked a little in iPhoto—
—and thank heavens that’s over~! I can now clear them off my drive, store ’em on flash-sticks, and maybe one night get my butt down there and grab some lamplight shots. Perhaps I can stick a burning candle on Peter’s other shoulder, and shoot the effect?
Dammit—this flu must be just about over, I’m getting all camera-twitchy again …