Ziva made me promise to do at least one more photo this challenge, and today's theme is Autumn, so I went out into the Autumn and took a couple of photos. Unfortunately a little hooded hooligan kept spoiling them.
As I look at the shot again now, I think I recognise the little chap. Hmm, that looks like my son. I could recognise that leisurely swagger anywhere.
This is a random and hurriedly-scrambled
egg entry for some sort of 30 Days of Photographs theme, hosted Ziva. I did one of these things before, you can view all my photos from the previous series Here, it nearly burnt out my brain but fortunately my soul was unscathed. Any photos I do post from this one might appear on that gallery. The list of daily photos is magically available on Ziva's post.
I know exactly what you are thinking. How can this punk just turn up and spit out a single shoddy photo when the rest of us are cranking out billions of the things every second and it's a bit like that greek bloke that was trying to roll some bastard of a rock up some ridiculous hill forever and worst still, this looks like he's done this in a rush when he really should have been working his socks off learning to use punctuation without spewing out inappropriately-hypenated, probably-misspelt and endlessly-sprawling torrents of nonsense.