Sunday, March 25, 2007

WHEN THE PHONE RANG

33 Comments:

Anonymous josy c said...

My first reaction is to write a poem about it, but I believe that action is reserved for Inconsequential, no? And my poetry is quite possibly the 3rd worst in the galaxy, so I'd better not.

I'm not a conceptualist. I like the clothespins, though.

3:03 PM  
Blogger Nathalie said...

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3:35 PM  
Blogger raindog said...

quite nice nathalie!

pod, there are so many great things about this one i don't know where to begin. clothespins, color, lines, shape. top notch!

3:53 PM  
Blogger lettuce said...

i was going to say something about laundry thieves, but Nathalie trumped me!

6:25 PM  
Blogger lettuce said...

(laundry thieves and ransom demands....)

10:02 PM  
Anonymous ja. said...

I might let the machine get it if I had to run up seven stories just because I thought I heard something.

10:36 PM  
Blogger JDA said...

until my return...

http://jda-gonebutnotforgood.blogspot.com/

2:53 AM  
Blogger Momentary Academic said...

Where were you when you took this picture, Mr. Poddington? Is it a secret? I rather like this one.

2:57 AM  
Blogger d. chedwick bryant said...

well this is weird, at first i thought birds on a wire, no, clothespegs! odd, pod!

6:01 AM  
Blogger Nathalie said...

On the rooftop of her building she was just about to start hanging a full load of her husband's underwear and blue singlets, he was a truckie you know, when her mobile phone rang. She dropped the lot and took the call, listening with growing disbelief, occasionally saying yes... no... yes... yes... then slowly put the phone away.

Coming back to her task, she stared at the clothesline, considered for a second wrapping it around her neck, looked hard at the view she decided she would never want to see again - she'd always hated this huge building across the street - and then, slowly like in a dream, grabbed the basket and turned it over the wall, spilling the washload into the air.

Never would Jacko need those again.

From the sixth floor the wet pieces fell, like giant raindrops, flopping to the ground several seconds later with a muted sound.

Then she turned around, went down the stairs, stopped on the fourth floor to grab her car keys and handbag, and headed for the hospital where the body had been brought.

8:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You have birds?

I have hairballs.

Wanna trade?

10:48 AM  
Blogger Kimberley said...

Ahhhh and in color ...I love both can't decide which i prefer. Both are great...Love the angle Mister Podster

3:12 PM  
Blogger Pod said...

JOSY - come on, out with it ;0)

RDOG - thanks mate ;0)

LETTY - strangely i have had many pairs of underpants stolen....?

JA - you lazy sod you ;0p

JDA - fare ye well!! ;0)

MA - no secrets. i was in brighton, england, on my roof terrace admiring the wonderful view!

CHED - and you aren't odd?

NATH - (said with a lisp). sorry being silly. what an intriguing little storyette. love the consideration of strangling herself with the line, and the throwing of the clothes. i am suitably impressed madame! thank you so much ;0)

ANON - i'll give it a go

KIMBLE - nice to see you. ta love ;0)

5:13 PM  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

When the phone rang
It rang twice
Drinnnng
Drinnnng
I took aim
And waited
Moments passed
The target stepped into view
I squeezed
Twice
As requested
One heart
One head
Before they hit the floor
The door was closing behind me
My job done

6:16 PM  
Blogger Inconsequential said...

there you go pod, the last three pics covered in the last 20 mins.

Not sure I want it to become a competition twixt your fans about who can write what about your pics, but just this once I rose to your assumed challenge.

Though I really do think josy c ought to write a piece if so inclined...as they are a grade higher than me! I have the 2nd worst poems in the galaxy due to being half vogon.

6:24 PM  
Blogger Olivier said...

cela me rappelle les telephones que l'on faisait enfant avec un grand fil et deux pots de yaourth..belle photo avec un superbe contrasme.

Pourquoi "Wanted" c'est un hommage à un de mes feuilletons preferes quand j'etais enfant : "au nom de la loi" avec steve mcqueen


that points out the telephones to me which one made child with a large wire and two pots of yaourth. .belle photograph with superb a contrasme.

Why “Wanted” it is a homage to one of my serials prefer when I was child: “Wanted, dead or alive” with steve mcqueen

10:45 PM  
Blogger Reya Mellicker said...

I love this pic. It's so clean.

I too saw birds. I was so confused by the comments I had to switch back to the image and squint my eyes. Ah yes, clothespins! Very cool!!

10:50 PM  
Blogger herhimnbryn said...

When the phone rang.......someone stole my laundry.:)

11:09 PM  
Blogger ramblingwoman said...

Hi Pod-u-like!

Great pic...

Great comments....

I'll arrive earlier next time and try and contribute something more useful!

11:46 PM  
Blogger Steve said...

When the phone rang...you looked out the window as you answered it, and saw this??

Love the clothesline. I wish I had a clothesline. We used to dry our clothes on a clothesline when I was growing up, and they always smelled so great and felt so clean, stiff and air-dried. As opposed to driers, which just suck all the life out of every fabric known to man.

3:02 AM  
Blogger lettuce said...

hmmm..... methinks you need to do some spying of your own....

7:05 AM  
Blogger Chad Oneil said...

Great shot!

1:02 PM  
Blogger First Nations said...

i dont' know what it is about this one, but i've been thinking about it since yesterday. i like it. totally up my alley...simple, clean, and rather mysterious and moody.

2:14 PM  
Blogger lettuce said...

thus nature balances itself: sunshine all the time, but no tippex!

tippex/typex/typpexxxxx should help with the ridiculousnesses.

4:44 PM  
Blogger Pod said...

INC - what can i say? other than why do i seem to inspire murderous tendancies in people? :o/

OLIVIER - i could never get those old string phones to work and would jump up and down on them and go off in a huff. old steve mcqueen was a fine figure of a man hey?

REYA - get yer specs on love, come on! ;0P

HHB - was it a dingo?

RW - you don't have to be early to comment, you just have to be in to win. i think i did see you waving this morn?

STE - tis the view from the roof terrace at my old falt in brighton. the big council block that was my view seemed always to loom in at me during important times there (of which there were many). though the building was hideous i kinda loved it at the same time....

LETTY - i think i prefer to fantasize as to who may be stealing me kegs. and yes i guess that is a fair trade-off for no tipex, but it ain't all easy believe you me!

CHAD - cheers mate

FN - glad to have made it up your alley ;0/

8:23 PM  
Blogger Eleuktra Starsoft said...

They're blue swallows, awaiting departure.

10:00 PM  
Blogger etain_lavena said...

hihihi.....do you have to run all those stairs when the phone rings?;)

10:19 PM  
Anonymous get zapped said...

I like this- such interesting lines, colors and unexpected coupling of subject. Nice, Pod!

3:39 AM  
Blogger Donna said...

What? You wear underpants?!

7:13 AM  
Blogger Pod said...

DONS - yes i do, i need the support love.....double standards i see...it is ok to leave a bit of sauce over here, but over there i can only mention buttons and lace and frilly hems?? ;op

8:36 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

*sigh*

This is just a lovely poem without words, Pod.

All I can do is ditto Raindog.

9:30 AM  
Blogger Pod said...

LORI - i love the way a picture can inspire so much and so many different ideas

9:36 AM  
Anonymous Kris [PiXistenZ] said...

Cool shot! love it!

2:01 AM  

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