Stern Fortune

A waft into the whirlwind, vesselled within a thin, wobbly film; unanchored, unmoored.

Unwittingly drifting towards a prow, where all flanks knot into a dire fate. Beheaded and all at sea; lying ahull, until inescapably becoming aground.

On the wharf, a long legged steward waits for the uncomplaining passengers to disembark.

PostApocalyptic conversations

The Tin Man

Not very far from the university campus I once attended, existed (or perhaps it still exists) this strange and slightly surreal playground. Though located in a pretty busy sector of the city, it always looked awfully lonely. These are the photographs of the day I tried to portray its solitude.

Conversations

Tea Party

Concentrating?

As you can see those are some pretty odd looking figures. Are they supposed to be hens? I only assumed they were birds because I think that nose of theirs is really a beak. I hope at least some zombie children visit this place on a regular basis.

Swines and Skunks, Swines and Skunks Everywhere

You are probably a swine

Some stencil street art before this avenue was revamped. There isn't much of story behind this picture, I just tought it looked good in that light. Stencil graffiti is usually linked to political messages, which will fit perfectly in this case; but interpreting anything from this, is probably pushing it a little too hard.