Think I preferred it on the sinister, says old clever clogs in response to all this re-alignment. Sinister? I beg your passremarkable Henry? Not to be out-worded I come back quick as you like with 'Ahh sinister, taken in its archaic form to mean 'on the left' eh. Opposite of dexter of course of course. (Intelligence these days largely measured in the alacrity with which one can google) Great words though, and I'll let you have that point H in our on-going lexicon joust.
I shall liberally pepper conversation with them in the hostelry this very night. Pass me my pint there on your dexter please. Just under yer uxter.
This photograph sprung to mind from the travel archives. Grenada. West indies. From the days when I had more mettle and didn't mind the abuse that attends a camera in the Carribbean. It's the passajero's you see. No manners. You'd get a little cantankerous yourself if people in velcro sandals kept sneaking up and sticking a cyba-shot in your face as you went about your business. Without even so much as a how-do-you-do. I always started with a chat first. And then asked nicely. I believe I even plonked myself down on the stoop beside these two so-n-so's and overlooked that nasty business of the heckling that proceeded our acquaintance. How-do-you-do? They overlooked the fact that I was blithely skipping down the most dangerous looking alley-ways in George Town (dead dogs, open sewers, that sort of thing) and we got along famously. I think they were waiting for an arms shipment. I played daft. It wasn't hard.
Sinister and Dexter. They hammed it up gansta-style and gave me a decent half roll in the end. In the last few shots he slowly revealed he was keeping a gammy eye under his hat. It looked dead and didn't move in tandem with the other. His sinister eye was beautiful too. I couldnt wait to process the negs.
On the way back I dropped the FM2 and the spring-loaded back sprang open fogging the film and I lost the last half dozen frames and the best shots. Gutted.