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What doesn't hurt - is not life; what doesn't pass - is not happiness.


You may have noticed that - children of mine aside - I rarely post photographs with people in them. I'm very shy about photographing the mug punters in the street, onlyI don't know why. So here you go, a standard street side view of Hobartians going about their business!

I'd like to know what you think is going on here? A complex heroin importation scheme? An insurance scam? Ribald commentary on Beyonce's [ahem] assets? Footy tipping gamesmanship? Old school chums? Musings on the whereabouts of Haold Holt?

C'mon people! Give a brother a hand...
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Roddy said…
Who ordered which cab, and where they intend going. Or, if in Queensland this could be a riotous assembly, plotting the overthrow of the then Bjelke government.
However, unless you can tap into their mobile phones, (cell phones), then you can only hazard a guess as to what may be going on.
I'm quite sure the spy agencies can make something of it.
11 July 2009 at 09:16
lettuce said…
i love how the guy in the middle is striding forward - whatever they are discussing I think he disagrees.

I'm also rather shy about photographing people - this is a great one.
11 July 2009 at 19:38
Sue said…
I like the lady up the street a bit... head down looking for lost change!???!
11 July 2009 at 23:16
Valerie said…
Leather jacket and briefcase, in a hurry, 'GET OUTA THE WAY'
No?
12 July 2009 at 02:29
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, protesters?
13 July 2009 at 14:40
Kris McCracken said…
Lettuce, I bet he's saying "I've had a gutful of this!"
13 July 2009 at 14:40
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, he looks to be a man on a mission.
13 July 2009 at 14:41
Roddy said…
No, just organisers.
13 July 2009 at 16:51
yamini said…
Just wanted to say that the man striding forward looks like Gene Hackman in profile.
15 July 2009 at 13:43
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, unionists.
21 July 2009 at 09:56
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Gene is quite an unattractive man...
21 July 2009 at 09:56
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