Walking back from my, well, walk, I pass a big motorcycle in the parking lot of a strip mall. On the pavement, two helmets are neatly tucked in beside the back wheel. Tire?
Funny. I don’t remember there being a biker bar in this neighbourhood mall, and neither is there. The bike is parked out front of . . . a nail salon. With the big lens on my camera, I have to back across the parking lot to frame the shot, and then only just.
As a bonus, I get another face for my collection. A little piggy, don’t you think?
The reflection is neat. Is that you?
Barry – As in, am I in the reflection? I don’t think so. Not this time. 🙂 It’s amazing to me how often I do end up in the shot, when I didn’t see myself at all while I was taking the picture.
An angelic piggy, at least, although it is bat-like, too. This image is marvelous so that any labeling name unfairly restricts its meaning to the viewer. If you had told me I would want to pin a motorcycle tail light on my wall, I might have scoffed. No longer!
Laurna – LOL I hadn’t seen the bat face, but now I do. Thanks!
Cameras are funny things. John threw a snowball at me while I was taking his picture and it hit me! I was so surprised as I erroneously thought, by being behind the camera, I was 1) invisible 2) protected,
or did I think
3) that when I snapped the picture the snowball would stop in mid air?
Barbara – LOL. But maybe it had nothing to do with the camera. Maybe you just thought he couldn’t throw accurately. I can’t, and so the Big Guy never dodges. He just lets my missiles sail past.
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