Burn

If I were to refer to myself as a photographer, I think I would be doing a grave diservice to the photographic community. Here you will what best can be described as non-photos, a phrase coined by nitsa, and one I am comfortable with using.

Some of these photos are here because I like them, some because others like them. Some make me laugh, others are poignant. Invariably, most help prompt a memory or event I don't normally, if ever, think about.

If you look at the referencing, you will see most are not here at all. If I can ever get to the stage where one in ten photos make it here, I might rethink how I refer to myself.

Big Adventure

Travelling home on the tube this evening and this handsome fella (possibly a samoyed?) was travelling with us. Sitting there he would just wag his tail and at every stop he'd leap up, spin his head round watching the people getting on and off, perhaps wait for his incredibly long tongue to stop flapping and then sit back down again. Soo gorgeous.

On a completely unrelated note, kangeroos have the right idea. If you can't carry it on your chest you shouldn't be dragging/pushing it round the underground. If they were meant to roll, evolution would have given babys wheels.

11 Nov 2005 21:02 | (0) comments | London | Mobile