Roger Vaughan SNAPSHOTS of GIRLS
Highlights of my miserable life in Rugby
I can’t really be arsed to do any serious photo editing at the moment, my head is still sore from the shingles, so here are some snaps I dug up which were pretty easy to prepare.
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This post brings a little order to my normally anarchic updating routine in that the models are sequential in my filing system although the photos were shot on different cameras at different times. May be I should keep things simple and stick to this method in future.
The first model seems to be everyones favourite, except mine. I found her a bit one dimensional, which admittedly is difficult for one so curvy, and she didn’t appear to be particularly interested in being photographed. I thought model number two was seriously cute and I’m surprised there isn’t more content of her on the web. I have a real soft spot for the third girl. She may have been an amateur but she went above and beyond the call of duty to ensure I got some super snaps and movies.
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I think we all at some time or other use our fingers to count but this young lady has developed a rather novel way of doing it.
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Two large scale assignments. Because I prefer the skinny leggy types these sorts of session cause me serious logistical headaches. I will leave it to you viewers to assess whether I handled the tasks successfully.
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Ralph Vaughan Williams. A Sea Symphony. 1909.
A few hours at the seaside, and a day away from the computer, to de-stress. Staring out to sea tends to have a calming effect on me, I should do it more often, shame I’m a centre of the country based house cat. Cleethorpes was the chosen destination because North Lincolnshire is a part of the country I’ve never visited before so another railway route crossed off my trainspotters bucket list. The town didn’t disappoint being a typical long passed it’s glory days English seaside resort. The 2 largest businesses on the high street appeared to be a mobility scooter centre and a Wetherspoon’s pub. That tells you a lot I think. Still the clean beautiful sandy beach makes up for the rundown nature of the town centre. It’s been almost 50 years since I last gazed out on the North Sea so unless I decide to take the adventurous train journey to Skeggy it could be my east coast swansong.
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