Blue

Bideford Long Bridge in the morning sun.  All is calm.

A moment earlier I had been passed by an excitable crocodile of fluoresence as a stream of school kids walked past.  I heard one of them say, as they pointed to one of the moored boats, rusted and land-bound and in the process of slow refurbishment, “Is that the Titanic?”.  Unfortunately I didn’t get to hear the answer.

7 thoughts on “Blue

  1. Fabulous photo. I love these snatched fragments of conversation. One day years ago I heard a man in the street say to his little girl: ‘So, Rebecca, what makes you think that you have magic eyebrows?’ And I didn’t hear her answer, so now I’ll never know and I’m still wondering.

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