On the street

Not fighting, not rioting, not protesting… these young men just burst into song on the footpath on Queen Street, sounding way too good to not have a recording contract. So glad I just happened to be standing there…
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Not fighting, not rioting, not protesting… these young men just burst into song on the footpath on Queen Street, sounding way too good to not have a recording contract. So glad I just happened to be standing there…
Written by Titirangi Storyteller
16/07/2012 at 2:14 am
Posted in Writing
Tagged with black & White, Photography, Project 365, protesters, rioters, singers, Titirangi Storyteller
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Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
These days it's all about the Photopo, but I also write fiction. You can find some of my short stories here.
One photo every day (well, almost every day) taken to a different dimension, funny, poignant, sad, hopefully clever... Observations about living in this world and pondering the possibilities of others. To view the archive, click here.
If I were an island, I should lay in wait until a kind bird came and sat upon me to keep me company. And if a shipwrecked sailor drifted upon my shore I would be in heaven.
Do you feel like an island? Or like a sailor? Maybe it depends on the day or the time of day or the island or the sailor. I'd rather be a bird. Would I rather sit on the island? Or on the sailor sitting on the island? And what of the water? Surely the water would want to have a say in all of this. The water would probably insist.
Appease the water, bird, island and sailor, dazzle it with trinkets and pretty words.
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How very cool for you. Nothing like that ever seems to happen to me.
poietes
06/08/2012 at 9:56 am
Ha ha! I’m just annoying… I see or hear something and no matter what it is I mosey on over and start clicking…
Titirangi Storyteller
07/08/2012 at 10:46 pm