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This is my entry for THE 2010 THOUGHT BUBBLE CONTEST. The theme was "NOVEMBER IN THE NORTH OF ENGLAND".
It was extremely challenging for me - it was the first time I'd done anything longer than a single panel cartoon - and the contest rules were very strict: at least 6 panels, only one page, and it had to be a new story with new characters and not part of any larger story.
I decided to base my piece on "Night of the Dead", an all-night horror film festival that happens in Leeds every year in November. I love horror films - and I also wanted to draw something with a bit of humor. The best part of the festival is the being surrounded by people who are smart, sexy, and fun - and who are not afraid to participate in the event (by wearing zombie make-up, or shouting out commentary during the Q&A with filmakers, etc). My brain got flooded with ideas when I started writing, and since we were only allowed one page to tell the story, I wanted it to be a glimpse of people (like you would get if you were really there, standing in line).
In 1974 my aunt's husband's mother died. She had lived in Wallsend and I was called upon to help shift stuff from her house. This also gave me my first opportunity to photograph buses outside of Scotland.
I must say that I have never really come to grips with identifying the bodies on 1st generation rear-engined deckers. This is clearly a Leyland Atlantean PDR1. My notes say it is a Northern General vehicle, and I have no idea who was responsible for the body. It was a very wet day, as attested to by the fleet-footed individual in the hat leaping nimbly over the puddles in the gutter into the shelter of the bus.
PS: I have now been kindly informed that this is a FLeetline. Not so clearly an Atlantean then!
Normally the rental car offices are so empty you can see tumbleweeds blowing across the floor. For some odd reason, everyone decided to hire a car this day. The office is packed, they're lined up along the street and the other two rental agencies nearby are already out of cars
Franklin at W Huron
Buffalo, NY
Nikkor 35mm f/2D
[Part of my "Damn hippies" hip-shot street photography series]
Never ending airport queues travelling towards or from airplanes. I liked these people for their attitude and their look!
Sunday evening, just over 2 hours until doors open, and the queue for James Marriott at The Roundhouse stretches all the way down Chalk Farm Road past Camden Market. My Daughter (who's in one of the photos!) was close to the front and said it was well worth the wait!
The traffic conditions are always funny when it starts to snow. Not one of these lorries had chains on their rear wheels (a requirement).
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I was pretty surprised when after two hours of walk I arrived on the top of the pulpit rock. There were a lot of people in queue waiting for their turn to have a picture.
Not connected to topic, the waiting room features the take ticket - wait system. Funy aspect here is the lady that can be seen in hallway. she was one of the 9 people standing in line with tickets in hand and waiting for her number to appear on top of one of the windows. Somewhat defies the point in having a waiting room in first place.
theatre goers opposite the sadlers wells in roseberry evenue show that queueing is not quite dead in today's london, though it may well be in terminal decline.
The foyer area of the building acts as an interactive reception area... Guests can watch television (unsurprisingly), or have their pic taken against this green wall to add themselves to a famous BBC scene, amidst other activites... On Doors Open Day, this place was heaving!
currently i'm reading into thin air by jon krakauer, which is an amazingly interesting and at the same time extremely terrifiying story about the 1996 mt. everest disaster where eight climbers died on the mountain in a storm. krakauer himself was in one of the expeditions that were up there at the time, which gives it an even more scary touch because it's a first hand written story..
Originally posted to the Guess Where London group on 05-03-07.