BourboCam
I was watching the BourboCam on my computer - but instead of being one singular view in one square, there were many squares, not unlike security surveillance. Images of random people and passing cars blurred past on the screens, yet everything was a beautiful fairytale-ish shade of silvery sepia.
Suddenly, in the bottom screen, I see a man with long cream-colored hair breeze by the camera; he was wearing a nutmeg-colored waistcoat with silver/gold frock, cream lace, and white breeches. I rush closer to the screen in awe of what I'd just seen, when suddely, a modernish looking man, who looked uncannily like Travis Fimmel, caught my eye as he trotted across the street; he was wearing a denim jacket and jeans, and his light shoulder-length was loose.
All of a sudden, a parade of strange and beautiful things are zooming by the camera, too plentiful and too swift for me to recount: a pearly pumpkin carriage pulled by ivory horses, a small parade of men with waist length hair of varying shades, and I vaguely remember an old woman...
Strange.
Suddenly, in the bottom screen, I see a man with long cream-colored hair breeze by the camera; he was wearing a nutmeg-colored waistcoat with silver/gold frock, cream lace, and white breeches. I rush closer to the screen in awe of what I'd just seen, when suddely, a modernish looking man, who looked uncannily like Travis Fimmel, caught my eye as he trotted across the street; he was wearing a denim jacket and jeans, and his light shoulder-length was loose.
All of a sudden, a parade of strange and beautiful things are zooming by the camera, too plentiful and too swift for me to recount: a pearly pumpkin carriage pulled by ivory horses, a small parade of men with waist length hair of varying shades, and I vaguely remember an old woman...
Strange.