He stalked the alley, shuffling from one side to the other, responding in a sotto-voce faux-reasonable tone. Oh, to be gunning her up the freeway, his hair disheveled, his skin tingling. That must wait. She must wait. He must wait - inside.
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Or a candidate for Darwin's survival of the fittest. Great photo though.
I really like this photo and the snippet of prose that goes with it. Assuming that the prose is yours it fits perfectly. But about the photo, it is very interesting. The motorcycle so dark and sleek against the old brick wall and slatted delivery door - the slender young man taking a break outside his workplace - taking a smoke, or a phone call - still in his apron, and so on and so forth. This is a photo that invites a story.
Thank you friends. Both photo and prose are mine. I have another blog where I flex my pen, but my holiday put me behind. I am trying to get the 'guts' to get back into it.
Brucie, brucie, brucie ... come with me on these ones. Still the same city. This actually, is in a lane that comes off Bridge street at the back of the old Burns Philp bldg, which, incidentally, occupies the spot where the old government lumber yards were. I learnt during the week that they floated the timber for the ceiling of Hyde Park Barracks down the Parra River, bullocked them to these lumber yards, where they were prepared before being put into place in the ceiling. HPB was about 1817 and I think this area ceased to be a lumber yard at about the same time that Wynyard ceased to be a military barracks, about 1842.
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Or a candidate for Darwin's survival of the fittest. Great photo though.
Love it! Just beautiful great shot.
Temptation!
I really like this photo and the snippet of prose that goes with it. Assuming that the prose is yours it fits perfectly. But about the photo, it is very interesting. The motorcycle so dark and sleek against the old brick wall and slatted delivery door - the slender young man taking a break outside his workplace - taking a smoke, or a phone call - still in his apron, and so on and so forth. This is a photo that invites a story.
Thank you friends. Both photo and prose are mine. I have another blog where I flex my pen, but my holiday put me behind. I am trying to get the 'guts' to get back into it.
He should get booked for parking on the footpath.
A fascinating inner city shot. Trust you to see the red apron. As always I love reading your prose.
Brucie, brucie, brucie ... come with me on these ones. Still the same city. This actually, is in a lane that comes off Bridge street at the back of the old Burns Philp bldg, which, incidentally, occupies the spot where the old government lumber yards were. I learnt during the week that they floated the timber for the ceiling of Hyde Park Barracks down the Parra River, bullocked them to these lumber yards, where they were prepared before being put into place in the ceiling. HPB was about 1817 and I think this area ceased to be a lumber yard at about the same time that Wynyard ceased to be a military barracks, about 1842.
You needed to know all that. Duh!
Dearest Julie, you will be able to read all that out when the red apron has his day in court.
All in good time.
He's spinning his wheels. You spin his story.
Terrific shot which was even better with the great story you created.
He's just admiring his new toy, having a smoke, before returning to his soup or whatever he's cooking.
I love the photo. There is so much story (real and imagined) to it.
The bike is so shiny. Nice shot and the tinge of red is beaut.
I'm loving the brickwork he's leaning against, can you ask him to move out of shot next time? :P
just kidding ;)
Beautiful shot, perfectly framed and with words that are beautiful. You are some lady, Julie - a super photographer and a beautiful writer.
*blush*
Thank you, Jilly. Your words are appreciated.
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