One evening a month or so ago, just as twilight was greeting the Corfu night,
and my spitit was suskeptical to magic and mystery,
I ventured out to count the kitties.
It had rained a little in the morning, but the day had been dry.
Can you imagine my excitement on noticing marks in the dirt
that formed an almost perfect circle.
This was not the creation of a human agency
not even a tourist agency, because my yard is not mentioned
in any guides to the island.
I hurried in for my camera - 800 iso I said to myself, quick.
A professional photographer must be gifted with nerves of steel -
the light was fading, the marks were drying out, within minutes
I had selected 800iso, composed the image, being careful to position the
histogram to ensure an appropriately exposed image
that would speak of dusk and mystery, without having to fake the effect
in Photoshop later.
I did not notice the little witness to my nervous fumblings at that moment -
well, would you have done?
I was going to make a competition for the title of this story - that's why I put 'The........ at the top. But a. I am fresh out of decent prizes, b. I didn't want the losers to feel like...you know, and c. some of you would say I claimed the best entry for myself. So I am going to give you a clue. The title is "The Cr...p Circle" What you have to do is insert a vowel. Good luck.
