Yesterday I received a secret tip from a confidential informant concerning a secret meeting that was being held last night in the catacombs deep below the pipesmagazine headquarters in downtown Tampa. Risking life and limb and employing the ninja skills that all fat Canadians are known for, I put on a skin tight scuba suit and stealthily snuck into the catacombs with my camera and took this rare shot of the meeting in progress:
I was some distance away from the action in order to keep my cover, and was also choking on the malodorous stench of the defiled smoke from Mixture 79 that enveloped the air, but I did manage to see some form of ritualistic celebration interspersed with disharmonious chanting. A short time later a red cloak was placed on a gentleman who was clearly the focus of what was a very solemn ceremony. I did manage to catch one shot of the man with my zoom lens as he slithered out of the catacombs at the end of the evening:
I am not positive who this person is. Hmmm . . . could the shot with the beard below be an elaborate charade to throw us off his trail?
Or could the miscreant instead be this character:
Thoughts?
I was some distance away from the action in order to keep my cover, and was also choking on the malodorous stench of the defiled smoke from Mixture 79 that enveloped the air, but I did manage to see some form of ritualistic celebration interspersed with disharmonious chanting. A short time later a red cloak was placed on a gentleman who was clearly the focus of what was a very solemn ceremony. I did manage to catch one shot of the man with my zoom lens as he slithered out of the catacombs at the end of the evening:
I am not positive who this person is. Hmmm . . . could the shot with the beard below be an elaborate charade to throw us off his trail?
Or could the miscreant instead be this character:
Thoughts?
