Monday, July 25, 2011

There is no cannibalism in the British navy, absolutely none, and when I say none, I mean there is a certain amount.

Green means...? Constitution Dock, Elizabeth Street Pier, July 2011.

When my children are awake there is always noise. Such noise. Such very much noise. And the noise is never limited to one direction or angle. It moves. It rebounds. It echoes. It peaks and it troughs (and it peaks again).

It's bickering and arguing like drunks at 3 am outside your window. It's broooom-ing and wiiirrrr-ing like a pair of fourth-rate Michael Winslow impersonators gurning through Police Academy 16. It's the screech of a banshee and the moan of a million zombies seeking out brains.

Then they sleep.


Roddy said...

So that they can recharge their batteries for another onslaught.

Carola said...

And sometimes you wait for the moment when they fall asleepe.

Fantastic shot. Almost surreal.

Kris said...

Roddy, they do that.

Carola, I rarely am out in the dark (at least, not at night!)