It was a wonderful event…
Or so this Chap heard, from someone who does not live at the base of a west-facing mountain. He understands there are, oh, oodles of photographs from all one’s friends, who are dying to share them.
And yet, as this Guardian feature delicately points out, photographic enthusiasm may be little substitute for skill. Especially when the subject is, as here, just a little tricky and elusive… Still, better luck next time, what?
And a little live(?) action…
Of course there’s always that one who just won’t follow the safety card…
For him and all others goose-stepping to that same drummer, the Chaps offer a few words from Talking Heads.
“No sense of harmony, no sense of time…” How prescient.