Bike, Cow, Courtyard
A walk along the back lanes of Calangute.
Another one of my speculative hand held dusk photos where a tripod would have been useful, and though I was a Boy Scout for a few weeks, I was unprepared for that also……
That’s the story of life, I suppose. It’s a pity we can’t have a second go at it.
On reflection we would, no doubt, make a different set of equally frustrating mistakes…..not enough to to knock the Earth off its axis, you understand, but enough to make the ride equally bumpy.
Mistakes: clearly some of us don’t learn from them, otherwise I would always have a tripod at the ready………it’s called living life on the edge……
Some might say it’s being daring.
I’d rather call it arrogant stupidity, and an over reliance on Photoshop’s ability to sharpen a twitchy cow.
It’s funny how one photo taken in near darkness can highlight one’s incompetence.
Nice faded blue walls, though.