Very often, my pictures engage me with my life. I find they help me to remember the moments, rather than the events. In reality, those who know me well will tell you that it is remarkable if I even remember the events.
Andyhow, to this end, I offer the following photos and their attendant thoughts.
Ed's Hand - outstretched and looking decidedly freaky.
It's a good hand for the job, though. The job in question being teaching and supervising young people on outward bound type activities. If you're in the west Yorkshire area, watch out for him at a climbing wall near you.
Why photograph a hand? ...I hear you ask. Well, when one is waiting for Tapas food to arrive, all manner of things can and must be done. Things like this, to emphasise the handy theme:
Ed's hand, you know...mine is the chubby one and Liz's is the ringed girly one.
I suppose this one got taken because of that wonderful hand shot I showed recently on this blog. Hands are interesting things, and reveal more about us than we may care to admit. I thought this might make a REALLY good picture, but such is not the case. I tis what it is, a hastily inspired work, done whilst waiting or an almost unfeasible amount of food was being plotted for us in the depths of the kitchens in El Torero.
There is a perception that Tapas is expensive. One that I have bought into up till now. In reality, there are a few expensive dishes which need to be avoided (the cold meat platter for one), but by enlarge the dishes are very reasonably priced, enabling us to have a very generous meal for four for under £55. Worth bearing in mind - although we didn't douse ourselves in "Dos Equis" like there was no tomorrow.
At last, some nice colour. I call this meisterwerk - "Insalata"
This work has been almost three days in the making - involving literally five minutes of painstaking image manipulation. To blazes with the expense - I /will/ express my art. Strong salad themes here.
These are not mine, they're Olives
TL has moved past her pure hatred of these delicate creatures and now relishes the mild and delicious larger olive, as carefully thrust at us by the impassioned serving-elves at El Torero. In actuality, I ate most of these, because Ed and Rachel were not keen, but I was not in any way depressed by this.
On reflection, these two appear mad.
So, then, not just a visit to El Torero, a chance to explore the intricacies of my mind, take weird pictures and generally observe people. My file on Ed and Rachel is already huge - but little could compare with the room I reserve at the British Museum for my notes on TL. See her here, pleased with her new camera:
I mean, could she /look/ more pleased?
Now I know where Ruth got that overbite from, and the smuttmongers amongst you can glory in one delicious glimpse of TL's bra strap.
All is well.
I must make her buy a black bra!
Posted by: Louise | February 21, 2007 at 09:19 PM
I have a black bra. I could have put it on ... no bother. I just didn't think of it.
Posted by: Liz Curtis | February 21, 2007 at 10:55 PM
I have 2 comments to make:
1 - your recent hand fascination reminds me of the film the Labyrinth starring 80's pop icon David Bowie. I recently watched this and was shocked by how tight his trouser things actually were!
2- I got my overbite from years of sucking my thumb - this was due to stress. I now drink red wine to help solve this.
Posted by: ruth | February 22, 2007 at 05:26 PM
I doubt you were stressed as a baby Ruth.... ha ha.... baby ruth
Posted by: Louise | February 23, 2007 at 12:03 AM
how do you know - you were not even born then.....
Yes - ha ha ha - I am an american chocolate bar.....Did I ever tell you that Matt ate the one you bough me when I was asleep and he was drunk and looking for food!
Posted by: ruth | February 23, 2007 at 01:57 PM