martinmillar6
Calm down ladies, he's got a girlfriend
It was a warm, humid day in Barrow town. Without warning, a hard constant thumping noise hammered its way through the fetid air of my apartment, and bored through my being into my very soul. Slowly, I opened the door to be confronted by a figure that could only be described as undernourished, gaunt and bedraggled. “Come with me, and bring your camera”, the stranger uttered, “we’re going for a ride”.
After forcing my way into his unkempt automobile, I was whisked away to a barren, foreboding place that could only be described as ‘the back of beyond’. The stranger began to take photographs of weird, bizarre, disgusting creatures whose ungodly appearance seemed appealing to him somehow.
Eventually, we departed that god-forsaken place, and after he had transported me back to my humble abode he mysteriously uttered the words “The name’s Hock – Damian Hock; now say it back to me, punk”. My throat went dry, and I could only nervously stutter “Gay man’s frock?”, before he was gone, as if transported mysteriously into the ethereal structures that make up the town of Barrow in Furness – the ones that the local council had decided not to demolish at least.
Seriously though folks, this is flickr poster boy ..Damian.., taken on a recent sojourn into the wilds of Walney Island, a few miles outside Barrow. Check out some more of his stuff here, if you haven’t already:- www.flickr.com/photos/26485697@N05/
Calm down ladies, he's got a girlfriend
It was a warm, humid day in Barrow town. Without warning, a hard constant thumping noise hammered its way through the fetid air of my apartment, and bored through my being into my very soul. Slowly, I opened the door to be confronted by a figure that could only be described as undernourished, gaunt and bedraggled. “Come with me, and bring your camera”, the stranger uttered, “we’re going for a ride”.
After forcing my way into his unkempt automobile, I was whisked away to a barren, foreboding place that could only be described as ‘the back of beyond’. The stranger began to take photographs of weird, bizarre, disgusting creatures whose ungodly appearance seemed appealing to him somehow.
Eventually, we departed that god-forsaken place, and after he had transported me back to my humble abode he mysteriously uttered the words “The name’s Hock – Damian Hock; now say it back to me, punk”. My throat went dry, and I could only nervously stutter “Gay man’s frock?”, before he was gone, as if transported mysteriously into the ethereal structures that make up the town of Barrow in Furness – the ones that the local council had decided not to demolish at least.
Seriously though folks, this is flickr poster boy ..Damian.., taken on a recent sojourn into the wilds of Walney Island, a few miles outside Barrow. Check out some more of his stuff here, if you haven’t already:- www.flickr.com/photos/26485697@N05/