Thursday, 25 September 2025

Spectre of good times long gone


I could almost hear the laughter and the clinking of glasses as I walked past the closed cocktail bar reflecting the closed pub in the city on a Sunday night.

Interestingly, no matter how many times I tried to straighten the photo, it wouldn't save corrected. So maybe real ghosts were at play in the machine?

 


2 comments:

  1. I'll meet you there for a bite to eat and a drink. We'll check for ghosts.

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