Same same but different Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading... Related Posted by Jessie Martinovic 33 responses to Same same but different Marissa Bergen December 1, 2015 I’m on my cell and can’t quite tell what those ladies have there. What is that? Jessie Martinovic – Author December 1, 2015 A wallet, and two women in semi- hiding position. I took several photos half way through eating my cake, directly in front of them. This one was the most -not covering their entire faces from my snapping. I really should have waited till after I had finished my cake, there was an evident awkwardness drifting around thereafter. mikesteeden December 1, 2015 Presumably the lady on the right in the rather fetching green (? I’m a tad colour blind; G is 100% colour blind) matching the bin above is ‘Eco Woman – Saviour of the Planet’? Clever how she turns herself into a bin when duty calls…what’s her chum called and, importantly has she a second set of light sensitive eyes atop her bonce? Jessie Martinovic – Author December 1, 2015 Gee, my images must look shit to you then! Yes, the ladies seemed clever enough, especially to hide from me. I was hoping at least one of them was aged 73. If bins went on holiday to hawaii, this would be what they would looked like- my initial reaction to the scene. mikesteeden December 1, 2015 They certainly don’t look shit! Pics should provoke thought; tell a tale; spark a fiction and your do just that…anyone can snap a primrose…even me on a god day. Interesting though…I mean the bins getting dressed up to go on holiday when I had always thought of skip type bins as male whereas those found in a park are a tad more female…you see ‘thought provoking’ I rest my case! Jessie Martinovic – Author December 1, 2015 Anyone can snap a primrose. Hilarious. I’m glad someone ponders those same things as I do! mikesteeden December 1, 2015 If the truth be told the wild primrose is my favourite flower so I owe it an apology. The ugly leaf’s combined with the sweetest flower…only the red poppy in clusters comes close. Jessie Martinovic – Author December 1, 2015 How beautiful, I love flowers. I also love carrot tops! mikesteeden December 2, 2015 Here that would be a person with ginger hair! Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 how bizarre, how bizarre mikesteeden December 2, 2015 Wonderful stuff…very pretty gals also! Odd thing is listening to that this one for bizarre reasons enter my head…obscure I know; Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 Laughing so hard. Small people help balance out the obesity epidemic ! mikesteeden December 2, 2015 Randy Newman himself is incredibly short as it happens! Hariod Brawn December 1, 2015 We all end up as beaten-up dumpsters – is that what you call them there in Oz Jessie? – full of recyclable waste products. Better that than dying young and beautiful though – not that I ever had that option myself! H ❤ Jessie Martinovic – Author December 1, 2015 Yeah, dumpsters. We even have people called ‘Dumpster Divers’ who actually collect all the wasted -still good- food thrown out by many large food chains. Personally I have not dumpster diven? for such means, yet I have jumped in a dumpster for no other reason than just to try it out. Some of the dumpster divers I have come across, gifted me-still good, off the rack- clothes, actual clothes, that shops just throw out. A crazy world. We all end up as beaten-up dumpsters- full of treasures! Hariod Brawn December 1, 2015 They’re known as ‘skips’ here in England for some obscure reason, and ‘dumpster’ would have overt lavatorial connotations. Jessie Martinovic – Author December 1, 2015 What’s overt lavatorial connotations? Hariod Brawn December 1, 2015 http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Dump Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 The perfect excuse to Rock n Toilet Roll robert87004 December 1, 2015 Wow, different, sort of like day and night. Jessie Martinovic – Author December 1, 2015 Yes, yes. Bin by day, human by night. Although the chocolate shop this was taken in, was actually in day, yet they have all dimmed lighting. I like it because of this, and it makes me feel I am eating chocolate with the moon. bert0001 December 2, 2015 reading your blog and looking at your pics – thank you for sharing Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 Thank you Bert, and sorry for mistaking your name for the humble beetroot. I tend to somehow relate almost everything back to a vegetable/fruit somehow, a horrendous habit of mine! bert0001 December 2, 2015 my head is a beetroot — but only at haloween 🙂 Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 Mine is a Halloween – but only at head 🙂 bert0001 December 2, 2015 yours has two ‘l’ must be another season bert@lx12 ~ $ ddate Today is Sweetmorn, the 44th day of The Aftermath in the YOLD 3181 Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 Has your head turned back since Halloween or is this just fluent beetroot Bert- as I have no idea what you are on about? bert0001 December 2, 2015 oh god .. i’m wearing the wrong head, yet again. … there we go … Sorry, happens all the time. I suppose I’m back to ‘normal’ right now. Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 Glad to have you back, the staining properties of such root vegetable can do funny things. A purple haze perhaps. Where do you hail from Bert? Hopefully not the ground bert0001 December 2, 2015 brussels (BE) — we have ground, yes, i just went to look out the window, but we usually don’t hail from it. In fact I haven’t hailed in a very long time. (i didn’t hear that expression before but it sounds .. medieval …) … and you, where’re you from? Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 Wonderful, I am from Australia bert0001 December 2, 2015 bronze pigs on your blog told me it’s down under … Jessie Martinovic – Author December 2, 2015 si signore! Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. 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