bazzadarambler's photostream  

GREETINGS ! Welcome to over 31 thousand images, snapped mostly since 2006, of varying quality (some in dire need of editing!), but with some constant themes, er, postboxes, Westies, places visited and sadly, buses ... and did I mention postboxes? Enjoy! (or not). Requests to use any of them for some positive purpose will always be granted. It's just good to know where they are going! I have posted most pics full size so viewing in 'Original', provided I have held the camera still, should show a lot of detail.

Well you may tell the captain that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request.
He said you'd say that.
Sadly this is my most viewed photograph -

... but images of Westies are nice!


... a fluted postbox.

... one of several green beasts which watch over Stroud.

... a dog relaxes!
Greetings from Stroud, Centre of the Known Universe.
www.flickr.com/photos/bazzadarambler/sets/72157600987383688/ for some images of said place.


Photography keeps me off the streets, and out of mischief (not).
... some random shots -

www.flickr.com/photos/bazzadarambler/sets/72157624875290157/
"Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).


added 16th April 2011, records visitors to my profile but not my Photostream ( I think)

Here is some random poetry -

maggie and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea


Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow


Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.


To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Nothing's impossible I have found,
For when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start All over again.


When you're smilin'....keep on smilin'
The whole world smiles with you
And when you're laughin'....keep on laughin'
The sun comes shinin' through

I have a pet newt called Tiny.
I call him Tiny because he's my newt.

(... couldn't find a newt!)
"Pretentious? Moi?",


... for 13 years I lived in Nottingham -