Today is Exeter’s 4th Halloween Zombie Walk, so camera in hand I braved the streets to bring you spectacular horrors. They were all hilarious, with some great acting, but there’s something very creepy about the clown. Click on any pic below for a bigger view.
Yesterday I published a weird photo for the Weekly Challenge. A few people thought that I should write the book to match the cover. That would never happen, even though I occasionally write something a little dark, this would be far too macabre for me.
I took the photo back in August, wandering the streets of Sidmouth during Folk week. There is always something interesting to see there, but I never thought I’d use the image, taken with my phone.
The guy in the picture was having fun rolling around the path, apparently sober and wearing a cat mask, as you do. I remember his girlfriend being ever so slightly embarrassed by his antics, but his friend was encouraging him to play.
Here is the original photo, some of you wanted to know how I created it, it was more luck than judgement.
I edited it in Photoshop, using ‘offset’ and changed it to black and white with infrared.
Here he is again really getting into a cat pose.
Pete Rosos says,
For this week’s Photo Challenge, stimulate your creative process and imagine which of your images you would like to see gracing the cover of a book, an album, or a magazine. Would the image inspire us to take a peek through the pages, listen to the music, or buy a ticket to the show? Would it strike a chord with viewers, making them reflect on or revisit memories of places, people, and experiences?
This calls for weird doesn’t it? or perhaps its just an excuse for me to be silly. So this is the cover of a book that I would never write!
What would your book cover look like? Show us or see more at
This morning as I walked up the road towards work, I noticed a lady ahead of me who I know by sight, as someone who heads the same way each day. She walks slower than I, so I quickly caught up with her. She was wearing a mid calf length, floral summer dress, of rather limp fabric. It had a split up the centre back.
You’ve guessed haven’t you? The split was not the discreet vent to knee that allows for movement. Nope, it was a full on unravelled seam that went right up to her btm. Still behind her I thought quickly, was this how it was meant to be? no way, did she know and if so was she unconcerned, surely not? She is middle aged and how shall I put it? a substantial lady.
What to do, what to do? I’ve never spoken to her before, but if the tables were turned I’d hope someone would point it out to me, there was no-one else around. I reached her side.
‘Excuse me, I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I think the seam of your dress has come apart at the back.’
‘Oh, how far up? ‘she asked, reaching around to feel for herself.
‘Sorry’, I said ‘If it was me I’d rather know!’
‘Yes, okay uh thanks uh It will just have to do for today’ she replied.
I wanted the pavement to swallow me up. I KNOW she lives somewhere around the corner from me, no more than five minutes walk, but she had no intention of turning back to deal with it. I scurried ahead. Five minutes later I looked back and she was indeed continuing on her way to work, wherever that is.
Now, the dress she was wearing was so flimsy, that the slightest waft of breeze would have lifted it, and there is no way on God’s earth that she could lean her body more than an inch, without showing everyone what she had for breakfast. I’m still cringing twelve hours later and I think I will every time I see her again.
Was I wrong to tell her? surely not, at least it gave her the option of popping back home to sort it. I’m mystified, what do you think, would you have said anything or left her to it?
I’m going to change the mood somewhat this week. It has been the Easter week-end and although it was not about chocolate, it has become a sweet-fest! So, the prompt is:
… but it has nuts in…
Of course I’m going to be rebellious so . . .
Walk for your treats
SX65378745 head south west, cross the clapper bridge on the North Teign River, a mile to the kissing gate. Follow the path west to a dry stone wall and then three stones from the top, eight from the triangular one you’ll find a map shoved in.
You’ll see that you must retrace your steps to the horizontal tree, the ground is boggy, take your boots off and wade through, then the hairy cows won’t follow you. See a standing stone that’s fallen? Put your hand in the mud and feel around. Got it? That’s your treasure box.
‘But it has nuts in it.’