I had an hour to kill this morning, between Haircut Day and meeting the weary traveller* for brunch. What to do on an unseasonably hot Spring day (ie: 33C, or over 90F in old money) in Newtown? Answer - wander, take photos, dash from shady patch to shady patch lest the skin that hasn't seen daylight in lo, months, burn to a crisp.
Bows to present, some colours and textures from the back lanes of Newtown.
I love the kind of sun bleached look in these pics. Can you feel the heat rising from the footpath? The fierce sun beating down? Next time it's cold I'm going to go and look at these pics again, and think about stalking the lanes of Newtown, working up a sweat and thinking that I should have worn sunscreen.
* Jet-lagged, and frankly given my current state of wanderlust, I'm struggling to find sympathy.
10 comments:
I love seeing patches of decay isolated like that. And I envy the heat. Our joke of a summer this year never raised itself over 25C.
I know what you mean, I love the patchwork paint jobs that develop as people try and hold back the tide of tags and graffiti too.
Sad to hear about your summer! Bummer.
The question is are you as gorgeous as when you had your last hair cut and posted it on your blog! your new cut was just tantalising!!!!!!!
Ha, thanks anonymous! I don't think I can answer that, it's in the eye of the beholder after all... :)
wow...I can't top anonymous there, but those are really great photos!
I especially like the second one.
These are bloody fantastic photographs. Thanks for publishing!
Thanks Jason and Martin! Thanks for the sweet compliments. Also Martin, thanks for the entry on your blog!
I'm hoping it's near a haircut day when I visit in Nov. WOOF!!
Andrew, these are wonderful, just the sort of thing I like. Kudos!
Thanks Thom! I really appreciate that.
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