tattoos are very popular these days.
I can remember when people used to cover them up.
Author: sedge808
exploring the night in black & white # 1
moore street
moore street adelaide is known for it’s support of homeless persons.
they have a free hot meal on saturday nights.
daddy
While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don’t follow through
Cause my heart belongs to Daddy
If I invite a boy some night
To dine on some fine food and haddie
I just adore his asking for more
But my heart belongs to Daddy
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
I simply couldn’t be bad
Oh, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da,
DAAAAD I want to warn you, laddie
I think you’re perfectly swell
But my heart belongs to Daddy
Cause my Daddy, he treats me so well
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
I simply couldn’t be bad
Oh, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da, Da,
DAAAAD I want to warn you laddie
I think you’re perfectly swell
But my heart belongs to Daddy
Cause he treats me so nice Yes, he treats me so nice
So my heart belongs to Da, Da, Da, DAAAAD
exploring the urban …
I found a T.V. on some stairs & two chairs next to a church & a curtain that caught my eye…
karizmar # 2
I found this car last night and wanted to share it.
reminds me of my chilhood days.
car-iz-mar # 1
I’m not into cars, but I do like to foto them at times…
The shapes, reflections and tones are cool.
goin’ back to my roots
I don’t know if the song inspired me to post, or the photo made me think of the song…
Probably don’t matter…
found at the burra creek gorge South Australia
I'm goin' back to my roots...
Zippin’ up my boots
goin’ back to my roots
yeah
To the place of my birth
back down to earth.
I’ve been standing in the rain
Drenched and soaked with pain
Tired of short time benefits
And being exposed to the elements.
I’m homeward bound
got my head turned around.
Zippin’ up my boots
goin’ back to my roots yeah
To the place of my birth
back down to earth.
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no roots in the land
Talkin’ ’bout the roots in the man.
I feel my spirit gettin’ old
it’s time to recharge my soul
I’m zippin’ up my boots
goin’ back to my roots yeah
To the place of my birth
back down to earth.
Zippin’ up my boots goin’
back to my roots.
To the place of my birth
back down to earth.
by ODYSSEY 1981.
abandoned couch
there is something about a couch in the street that captures my imagination.
I thing it is the incongruity of the situation.
i.e. couches are for inside the house not for the street. Hence that uncomfortable feeling that it’s going to get wet & dirty in the street.
dummies
I find them enigmatic and ambivalent.
Noir 