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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.
Pigeon. Personal Space
I swear if that pigeon was any less scared of humans he would have half inched my bag shortly afterwards.
Needless to say he didn't, merely nosed, or rather beaked, through the pockets before heading off to sit next to someone else.
Freaky pigeon fanciers have a lot to answer for the the tame nature of the pigeons in the big smoke.
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