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Dropped on the way home after a good night out – perhaps by carefree lovers (well I can dream, can’t I?) >>> and still containing remnants of the golden nectar that, made from apples, is to a Somerset Lad like me The One True Drink. But now lying with other garbage (mercifully out of shot) amongst run down old garages and the reflective metal wall of an electricity substation.
Ah, but is True Romance past? … what was that poem? … Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? … well, ok, Shakespeare … >>> just don’t say you don’t get no culture on this blog!!! … 🙂 … but I’m rather more for Lennon & McCartney’s … And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make … seems pretty basic to me … a good and simple way forward …
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Technique: TG-5 at 100mm (equiv); 800 ISO; spot metering; Lightroom, starting at the Camera Vivid profile; south Bristol; 7 Feb 2020.
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I love the reflection!! and that Golden tone!
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Good, thank you >>> LOL! I know that cider is not for you >>> but glad you like its colour! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Golden tone of Beer I won’t mind 😆
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LOL! >>> reading this blog is having an effect on you!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I am spoilt now! Fatman effect 🙄😆
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For “spoilt” ….. read …… “enhanced” …. 😉 😉 😉
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I really like this image: the sense of movement, the colours of the moss-laden tarmac, and the reflection of the orange nectar!
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I’m glad it all gets to you, my friend – very much a snap decision (no pun intended!) when out for a morning stroll / route march. 🙂
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Very cleverly seen, with that wavy reflection. Shakespeare and the more recent British poets – that they are/were! – add a potent melancholy to the image.
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Yes, melancholy I suppose, and certainly real life – which I see quite a bit of during my rambles around the outer suburbs! But as I said to Paula in answer to her comment below here, I did similar things in my youth; and, it has to be said, there were times when life in Kenya was quite dissolute, even riotous. Ah, halcyon days … and will there be honey still for tea? …. 😉 ….
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🙂 there will be….
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OH, GREAT STUFF!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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These scene are repeated EVERYWHERE in Somerset. Shame, shame
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No, this a part of Somerset life!!! I can remember getting blotto on cider in my mid-teens in Weston >>> in one wonderful incident, three of us, blind drunk, rode our pushbikes down the bridge near the (now demolished) gasworks, crashed into each other and ended up in a pile in the middle of the road – just lucky there was no traffic coming!
And, its interesting, I often read the (published) diary of a vicar living down near Cannington and Bridgwater around 1800 >>> and coming from another part of the country he often calls Somerset people liars, drunkards, lazy etc etc – ah, heritage … 😉 …
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