It’s moustaches and supermarket trolleys today…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is from the 1976 novel Harry Bleachbaker by N F Simpson:
‘What in your experience, was the best time of the day for sympathizing? Was there any special time? Some people say that sympathy felt before breakfast is worth its weight in gold, and after that you may as well not bother.’
‘An old wives’ tale. No basis in fact whatsoever. Some of our best sympathizing has been done at the most unlikely hours…’
Dear reader, I’ll bet you’d thought that you’d heard the last of this book as I announced that I had finished reading it a couple of weeks ago. But the author says, in a very modest way, on the inner back cover, ‘…it is not a book to be read through from cover to cover at all, except by those wishing to be pole-axed in the interests of science by a tedium so monumental as to be entirely without precedent in the history of fiction.’ but, since the writing is rather dense, and slow going, a bit like a government report, I did struggle with it, so I decided to straightway read it again, but this time more carefully…

In an effort to get my photo taking and photo publishing a bit more synchronised and up to date, here are a couple more pictures from this time last year:

The sunlight was streaming through Venetian blinds in the kitchen and making some nice stripes on the opposite wall. As I wandered by I noticed my shadow cast on the wall next to my Dress Up Moustache outfit. I was given this as a birthday present a year or two ago. I don’t use it much, but I think it looks very stylish and interesting there on the wall, don’t you? I suppose it’s what you might call a conversation piece.
My shadow does actually look like me, a lot better than if you could see my face, I’m sure you’d recognise me from it…
Anyway, I thought that a quickly composed photo might be in order… Click!…

How’s this for a pastoral scene?
Oh, what a joy it must be, to run helter-skelter from a supermarket with one of their shopping trolleys and then let it roll down the bank of the local drain and watch it splash upside down into the water!… Wow!… Cool!…
Of course it was the bright red ball bobbing there in the water that caught my attention – it was begging and waving to me to be included into a photographic composition. Where then should I place it? Slap in the middle? Of course not, that’s where most people would have it. No, if I sneak it into a corner then it can interact dynamically with the two trolleys in the mid foreground. Gosh, doesn’t that red jump out at you? And doesn’t the rippling water look nice reflecting the late afternoon blue sky like that? Also I like the way the left hand quadrupedal trolley is sticking its cheeky little legs up like that.
Hm, not too bad a picture…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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4 Responses to It’s moustaches and supermarket trolleys today…

  1. Sharon Mann says:

    The silhouette image is so cool! And, a nice selection of mustaches. An interesting composition, but those darn shopping carts are such a nuisance.

  2. Jean says:

    Why are lovely streams and ponds the place where carts go to die? When I visited Paso Robles in California, they had a graveyard there for them, too. I doubt the shopping market staff ever think to look there.

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