The theme for this little set was suggested to me by a comment left on one of my pics by a Flickr contact.
Basically it entailed little more than strolling down the High Street of my nearest town. Ok, I did set myself a few rules to follow, but nothing too arduous. Dead easy.
The full tale is recounted in all its sorry detail in this post. Be it sufficient to say here that I’ve come so close to simply scrubbing all the pics from that session so many times its really quite amazing they’ve managed to survive.
But this evening, having done all my self-imposed chores (move the dust from one place to another, look at the washing-up and decide it can wait, check the bin bag and calculate I can squeeze another coupla cans in there… phew, I’m getting worn out!) and completed various essential computer-related tasks (bit of filing, check email, surf a few of my favourite sites, check email again, start getting bored), I found myself with a coupla hours or so to spare.
Hmm. Twiddle thumbs. Hmm. Scratch head. Hmm. Make a mug of coffee (or three).
Then I recollect that bunch of absolutely disastrous pics still lurking around somewhere. “I wonder if its possible to salvage just a couple from the fiasco” thinks I. Mull the possibility over a bit more whilst I have another mug or three of coffee, and decide its probably worth giving them a final once-over before binning them for good.
Well, returning for a fresh look at them after this length of time it seems to me that, ok, maybe they’re not brilliant… but neither are they totally unacceptable (some of them, anyway).
So really this little set (a total of 17 pics) represents the results of the rescue attempt.