I offer up a shot of a palm tree (*), recently attacked by a gardener at the behest of the bishop. There were puzzled looks from those who passed by the recently-mutilated plant in his garden and mutterings about just what could drive a man to find the sight of a palm tree so abhorrent.
Who aong us can know the mind of a bishop?
Funny you should ask.
Have you ever woken at dusk on a tropical island, under trees laden with coconuts, hungover, stark naked, and with just a crozier to fend off the crab population engaging in migratory action around and over you?
This thought and others too hot for the web came to me in a flash of extra sensory revulsion this lunchtime. I blame it for the lack of street photography inspiration.
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