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The thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya!


So here is number two in my planned trifecta of textures. Yes, it's some worn old red bricks, and no, not the same red bricks that I featured last October.

These red bricks are on the side of a shop, and at some point must have had an advertisment or mural painted on them. I'm not sure if the degraded brickwork is because of time, or a hurried job to clean off the paint.

There are some interesting gouges in the bricks themselves, but I've no idea who (or what) left them there. After reading the past couple of day's newspapers, I have developed a theory:

Sharks!

Comments

freefalling said…
Yes!
They're freakin' me out, man.
padraig said…
Oh... and then you hear that terrible high pitched screamin', the ocean turns red...

and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces.
Megan said…
Like a doll's eye...
Julie said…
Looks like the side of the shop laid down ... yeah yeah ... ducks laid down ... like chooks laid eggs ... well this wall laid down ...
Maria Verivaki said…
locve these textures
Kris McCracken said…
FF, you're safe there in Ararat I think.

Padraig and Megan, I knew that people would get the reference...

I can't help that the film hasn't helped the poor old sharks though!
Kris McCracken said…
Julie, it is odd looking.

Kiwi, and I have no idea what has been eating away at the bricks.

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