It's good old (new) line 14, of course, with me right up there at the front of the train. Hey, I'll have to take some pics from the back for a change, now there's a thought.
The magic is that you have a pretty good reflection of yourself and, if you're lucky, a couple of innocent bysitters, and then there's this crazy tunnel and sometimes trains whizzing towards you at the speed of light!
A double vision, a tunnel vision that's second to none. And it's kinda scary to be plastered up against the front windshield as the train thunders along. You just hope they got the tracks right... ;~S
I'm currently reading a book called Touché, or 'Why Britain and France are so different', and it's true.
They are different. My make up (and my iPhone case while it lasts) tell me to Keep Calm & Carry On, which is what I'm diligently trying to do as I type.
This was taken in the soon-to-be-spanking-brand-new Les Halles shopping centre. They're covering up the works with all manner of bright shiny nonsense and suchlike. Thought it made a good backdrop. Mr. Calm, that's me! ;~S
He he, taken by window light but still ending up looking as though it's under tungsten, funny that.
Just me, my light and my books - what more could I possibly need?
Well ok, an internet connection is obviously a highly desirable extra. Nay, a necessity these days. Funny how times have changed. Mind you, I've been like that for coming on for 20 years now. Incredible. My first connection was around 1995 I believe. And I've never looked worse back... ;~S
And here's me in front of the French Senate, albeit rather blurred. Playing with my new technique of spinning with the camera to make the background blurred and it works remarkably well. The main image isn't toally sharp, of course, but that just adds to the atmosphere I reckon.
I'm on a bit of a crusade at the moment against photos which are too perfect. Probably because all the stuff I'm taking at the moment is far from that! But joking aside, I love imperfection, and we can inject it into our shots in a hundred different ways and they're all the better for it.
Originality, and taking it away from reality, should be an obligatory subject at school I reckon. Keep the imagination simmering. That's what I say. ;~S
Believe it or not, I wasn't dead, at least as far as I can remember, but I was dead tired so I though it would be appropriate to immortalise the moment.
It was taken in the dark so it's the little iPhone's built-in flash that's taking care of the atmospherics and nose shadows. Throw in a bit of dream-like post processing and hey presto. Slumbering Sab if you please... ;~S
This is one of those swing doors you have to push after having gone through the turnstyle at a train station in Paris.
There's a slightly strange angle at the bottom which I noticed was just enough for a rather elegant lady to squeeze through after having scrabbled under the metal spikes. I was surprised and amused and even vaguely affronted as though it affected me in some way.
You really want these people to get copped in a sort of nasty, the other fellow getting it, not me sort of way.
But maybe she'd just forgotten her pass. I'll let it pass.
It's another RER (train) photo I'm afraid. In their endless quest to humanise the carriages they've installed this whirly swirly pattern in an effort to forstall other scratchers and taggers. I'm in the middle.
There's something, as they say, about the receding lights of a train wagon that makes for a fine photo.
When I go, maybe I'll be remembered, just for a fleeting second, for my fanciful train photos. This'll be there in the collection with a bit of luck... ;~S
My glasses are the definition of a walking disaster area. One lense is hanging in there by a bit of a freezer bag wire tie and the other is scratched to hell. I've never gone this long before with a pair of specs in such a sorry state.
Reminds me of the days, well, months, nay years I spent with a piece of crap phone before the acquisition of my first iPhone changed my life. ;~S
This is quite a pleasing homage considering the amount of time I've spent plastered to Paris park benches in my life. And I do love this model in particular; perfectly designed to welcome an aching backside of a weary Paris wanderer. ;~S
Another night-time train trip home, as the chilly autumn evenings draw in. Actually, that's not quite true as a southerly wind is bringing us an exceptionally mild and pleasant October, if you please. ;~S