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.

Wah!

Initially as I stared forward, I felt that there little doubt that I was having some karmic flashback as a result of some excessive alcohol/substance/fish* abuse during my days as a student. As it would turn out however, I was in fact being confronted by a 10ft tall jelly baby thrusting it's crotch at me.

I'm not sure which is the scarier prospect.

^* They were heady days ok.

8 Apr 2006 11:39 | (0) comments | London | Mobile