August 17, 2020 — Sonoma County Coast, California
There was a guy in England, an RAF officer, he was. A cracking good pilot. He lived at the RAF Aerodrome, which he and all his mates called the ’Drome. He was an affable guy; extremely well thought of. Popular. He had an easy way about him. He also had a unique talent. He was completely ambidextrous. No matter what he did, he could do equally well left- or right-handed. Even better, he could write forwards and backwards, left-to-right to right-to-left with aplomb. Sometimes for amusement he’d start a sentence on the left margin of a piece of paper and stop midway through and write it backwards from the other margin, meeting in the middle.
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His name was Robert, but everyone called him Bob.
His American friends called him their pal in drome.
Don’t know why I chose today to tell you this story, but there you go.
(Nikon D850, Nikon 24-120mm f/4G VR. RAW processing and initial editing in DxO PhotoLab 3.3; Final editing in Adobe Photoshop.)