Wasted Years

Evening all,

Regular viewers of this journal (and if there are such a thing i offer my sincere condolescences) will know that i am regular taunted by these little birds of prey.

Often they hover enticingly with a wicked little smirk on their feathery faces,flicking their little tail feathers in a coquettish manner, one beady eye on the lookout for prey, the other pinned on the hapless fool who is busy scrabbling in his bag for the correct lens, stumbling around to try and get decent focus, then finally taking a perfect,really perfect,picture of a deep blue nothingness which not a moment earlier had contained a kestrel.....

oh the hours i've wasted in this hapless pursuit,up and down the highways and byways,and still no joy.

Not yet anyway!


night all

iron maiden