LITTLE PICTURES…BAD! BIG PICTURES…GOOD!
ALL IT TAKES IS A SINGLE CLICK AND THESE TINY LITTLE EFFORTS WILL GRAB YOUR SCREEN IN HIGH RES, SEXY, SUPER-SIZED LOVELINESS!
LIFE IS TOO SHORT FOR SQUINTING!
I have been to the little hill town of Benemaurel on maybe three occasions….I have yet to see a resident.
There is a fairly large public square alongside a large church that has benches, ornamental tree’s, even a rather lovely fountain…All it lacks is a public.
The fountain is one of those fun ones that squirt random jets, first in low arcs, then in high arcs, the sort that children the world over flock to play in…..But strangely, here in Benemaurel, no children…Not a one!
I know what you’re going to say…You’ve seen the clock…You’re going to tell me its just after three pm and everyone is having a siesta….But firstly no-one likes a smart-arse, and secondly it was 10.30 in the morning and someone, if indeed that Benemaurelian ‘someone’ actually exists, had simply forgotten to wind the clock..
It was all a bit too much of a time-frozeny, abandonedy kinda vibe, so, as soon as I realised I’d been talking to myself for a good twenty minutes, I wasted no time in jumping back into the charabanc and heading for the hills…
On the first of those hills, the one both that leads into, and leaves the town, I spotted this monument.
I cant help feeling that maybe, as my exhaust note faded into the distance, the doors all opened and the townspeople flooded back out onto the streets in happy droves, while Benemaurel herself gave a huge sigh of relief and gave us all the finger.
All Images Copyright Stuart Allan Hyde.