The Ambitious Drifter

Words, Images and The Occasional Noise


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From The Street Up

My second go at this week’s challenge. I do a few photo safaris, mainly around Sydney’s inner suburbs. King St and Enmore Rd in Newtown have a real bustle, but if you look up, you see an earlier, more elegant  world.   I’d like to lead some walking tours, maybe called  ‘Look Up!‘  My favourite here is the art deco building, with gum trees reflected in the window. This is Australia, after all!

 

 


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Losing Colours

If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SENSITIVE.

Super sensitivity?  No thanks, too much trouble. We live in a noisy, flashy, smelly world already. Macro vision? Nope, things wont keep still.

Can we plea bargain here?  How about a reduction in some senses for an increase in others?  I did lose my sense of taste, it was weird but I’m very happy to have it back. My hearing and sight have dwindled a bit as I get older, does that count?   At least I trashed my hearing in a good cause, sacrificed to the electric guitar.  My sense of smell remained, even when I couldnt taste sugar or salt. I’d miss my favourite incense and the memories it evokes.  I couldnt live without touch, life is such a tactile business.

My other senses? I’m sure I’ve got more than five.  I’d happily lose that part of my sixth sense that tells me things are not going to go well. Maybe I could lose the bit that tells me when something brilliant is about to happen.  Then it would be a wonderful surprise.  Mind you, my life has been surprising, sixth sense or not. Common sense?  I’ve always been low on that.

A final offer, maybe I could live in a monochrome world, as long as I could dream in colour.

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Newtown, NSW, Australia.  Canon Ixus using colour pick setting. 


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(Lost) Toy Story

What was your favorite plaything as a child? Do you see any connection between your life now, and your favorite childhood toy?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MEMENTO.

This is a story I’ve been told, I dont remember it happening.   As a very small child I was particularly attached to a small fluffy (toy) rabbit.  After a decent interval, ie. my parents thought I’d grown up a bit, the rabbit disappeared.  However, I had noticed this and set off to search for it. Amazingly, it was found in the rubbish bin, covered with muck and ashes.  How could that have happened?

I dont have any childhood trauma over this.  I’m still buying myself toys, they please me just as much.

Today’s photos echo that theme. There’s a story here, of love and loss  This little toy is obviously lost and it’s certainly seen better days. It was obviously made with love and was loved.  Somebody somewhere may remember this rabbit after fifty years or more.  We never leave childhood.

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A Slow Excitement

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about — butterflies-in-the-stomach, giggling, can’t-wait excited. 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us EXCITEMENT.

Nearly all of my butterflies recently have been of the negative kind, waiting to see doctors, get scanned or dealing with officialdom. Excitement has been thin on the ground.  However, as I get closer to health there is a sense of excitement. Life, very slowly, is seeping back into my veins.

I do get excited by the prospect of a Daily Prompt, especially if I’m on a roll, getting lots of views. In my case, more than 20 is exciting. I love seeing the little star light up on the stats page that tells me there’s another ‘like’.   It’s also exciting going through my archive and finding photos I’d not noticed before. It’s also cheering me up to think that I might soon be able to travel again.

I just found this one. Taken with the ‘colour pick’ setting on my little Canon Ixus. I was aiming to capture the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam.  I thought it a failure at the time, but the passing cyclist and the sun flare do make it interesting.

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