Shot in the back garden at twilight. About 10m, although I wasn’t measuring. Blank boss. Not aiming. Haha, silly… of course I am. My subconscious is doing it even if I’m not.
The first end after a week off produces a near perfect half-moon of arrows.
What can it all mean?
Wayyyy too hot to shoot in the UK right now. This pic from Lenkissima Fa’anui Issima who says:
…oh, that’s awesome.
From Malaysia, via this dude. Upside down for bonus points. The latest in a long and shameful list – even when the promoted thing actually involves archery…
Got the special ‘archery’ fifty pence piece in my coffee change this morning. It’s happened before, but it’s always a special day when it turns up…
Fellow blogger Seoul State Of Mind put up some great pictures that he took to accompany the Gwanju News piece which I put up last week. That top one is heading for Bondgirl territory. Like I need an excuse to put up another picture of the lovely Miss Ki. Frankly, I’ll do that on the flimsiest pretext.
There’s more on his Facebook page, and he wrote about the shoot here.
Archery as plot-device in neo-noir revenge thriller? The Bride Wore Black (La Mariée était en noir) is a 1968 French film directed by François Truffaut. “It is a revenge film in which five men make a young bride a widow on her wedding day. She takes her revenge, methodically killing each of the five men using various methods.” Probably not one of his best, but hey. You can watch an edited clip of it, where the lead Jeanne Moreau turns up at the home of an artist, and he thinks she’s been sent from the model agency, right here (7 mins). Sorry, no English subs, but you’ll figure it out.
Thanks to Rob Galo.
Nice alignment, Lara, but you really shouldn’t tilt your head that much. Full size poster at Leicester Square underground station, London, England. (Photo: me)
Yeah. From Think It Do It on Tumblr.
“Arrow scores a two”. Beautiful work from Nick Auskeur on Flickr.
Putting the romance back. Photo by Chloe Bailey.
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.