This one left me in a bit of a quandary. I often wonder if Ailsa’s been put on the planet solely to challenge my last few remaining creativity cells? There I was, planning all sorts of experiments with fire… some bits of cardboard covered with foil… a large hall mirror. Then the idea of generating smoke in the BBQ… in the sunlight… getting photos. However, my mental images just wouldn’t translate, or transfer, to the camera’s sensor. I tried this… and that… then a bit of both… to no avail.
Oh well… the stench of bitter failure was drifting slowly downwind with the thin wisps of grayish smoke. Wafting… whimsically dragging my grandiose visions of magical illusions wayward as well. Drat, was I potting my own downfall on this day of fools?
What should I do? Concede failure’s defeat or march steadfastly onward. Then… as if by said magic, a thought struck… as if the wizard of illusion had shaken his staff… generating mental clouds of clear vision… driving the despair of failure away. No… the fool of April I shall not be… I shall overcome the illusion of defeat… I shall generate my own version of smoke and mirrors.
How? Easy… I’ll dig in the archives and show you a few train pics… steam trains. They could even be called smoke trains but I suppose that would be an insult… derogatory, foolish name for these graceful old ladies that spit fire and belch smoke when they get revved up and ready for action. To my delight I realised there were quite a few mirror shots as well. Magic? Illusion? Ghosts from the past? No… just a tad of April Fools day smoke and mirrors…