Coelyne of The Coelynes
I think Mr Coelyne looks rather intriguing - or something. But Barbara of The Coelynes looks serene here. As she always does but, I never yet been able to capture. Barbara knew this was 'the one' too. I was hoping it was. Eve says it is. And so do I.
Barbara - in thought
It is the one isn't it? Eh? Please tell me. Tell me it is - or isn't. I need to know. I think it is - it's the Soviet camera that does it - obviously.
We were at Toots' place - his wifey having left us to fend for ourselves whilst she enjoyed the wonderful light that came over the horizon this morning on a walk down towards Huisnish way. Still, we ate fruit and cake, drank coffee and ate more cake. And gossiped. That's what one does you know.
Toots was happy though. His dear wife Anne was coming back home this afters we would all soon be gone away home. I snapped him up too - in my best Cartier-Bresson portrait stylee - without the panache [or focus]. See.
Toots Wilson
There were other masterpieces on the roll of film - but I have not figured out which ones they are yet. I think the Soviets got this one right. When it works.
Please look at Mr Windy's blog NOW.
And I do still post over at Island Crofter don't you know!
Please look at Mr Windy's blog NOW.
And I do still post over at Island Crofter don't you know!
1 comment:
Hmmm, I think that Barbara of The Coelynes is a nice picture, but for me, the image of Coelyne of The Coelynes is a photograph.
An artist (pens, pencils, brushes and paint sort of person) might do the Barbara image, but only a photographer would catch that directness in the Coelyne image.
So what happened to the stair carpet?
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