I haven’t looked in this thread in a very long time, but it occurred to me that I have some fairly recent pictures to show off.
Here you see the dashing intellectual as he studiously ponders the deeper issues of life, paying the photographer the merest hint of an acknowledgement.
Here you see the man wearing a coat several sizes too small for his frame, owing to the idea of the coat’s owner that smuggling bottles of alcohol from drinking establishments is easier if your garments are equipped with ‘man pockets’. Unlike earlier, the photographer is blessed with the subject’s candid expression (which, in this instance, is ‘ouch, my shoulder blades’).
These were actually taken on Scarborough, on the one night off my field trip buddies had. I tried to meet up with Rexy, but it didn’t really happen. At least we shared a city centre for one glorious evening.
