Sun Crazed Lens Man a/k/a You Can Run, But You Can't Hide - #284
Bluey hit the burning tarmac running hard.
The soles of his sneakers sizzled with the friction of pursuit, his quarry barrelling through the dock area, desperate for a bolt hole, a tarpaulin, anything to get away from the sun crazed lens man hot on his tail.
Yet somehow, even with his deep knowledge of his environs, the Bilge Rat was being reeled in, like so many pounds of struggling snapper. Bluey sensed blood in the water, flashing strobotically and viciously grabbing the image...
... Bluey slumped over. Rivers of dank musty dust blown sweat boiled off his forehead as he muttered "One more shot, one more poor sap to be taken by me. When will it end? So many shots, one more shot for those photographic vampires that come and suck at my blog... I hope the b*stards like it"...
2 comments:
You obviously have time on your hands, today, dear Boy.
Nevertheless....it's an excellent snap that shows us all the excitement and "ancient but modern" flavour of the Creek wharves. The "vampires" should thank you for it.
What a fun commentary!
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