We used to play a game when we were outside in the playground or outside anywhere else or even inside in a gym hall. It was called ‘statues’. You had to run around madly and when someone shouted you stopped and all stood like a statue in the exact position you had stopped. Then the shouter would walk amongst you and look for a movement, a tremble or a flicker of the eyelid, a stumble. The first one to move was OUT. It usually ended up with someone dissolving into giggles…….
It’s not that easy being a statue !
and I got stuck sitting next to some chap in the markets of Budapest. I never even got to know his name…. ! I think he prefered his solitude. Perhaps he is some Hungarian philosopher, I don’t know.
thank you to Ailsa and her endless ideas http://wheresmybackpack.com/2014/03/28/travel-theme-statues/
I love St Pancras station. It is one of my favourite places. I could sit there all day and people watch. I think I nearly have. No two moments are ever the same. Constant travelers. Sitting with a frothy coffee on the table in front of me and discreetly staring (if that is possible) is not a bad way of passing time. Plenty of dramatic angles for photography.
The ironwork creates some great angles and lines.
Then these two struggled up the stairs. They were carrying a steel girders but I never really managed to get the best picture of this as I only had my camera sorted as they got to the top of the stairs. (sometimes the best shots are missed!)