(My) Photo of the day, Or Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate

I COULD like to say that I was walking to the bus stop this morning and spotted a running light sabre battle, and that in all of the commotion, this was the best shot that I could get.

Or, I COULD like to say that this photograph seeks to examine the sort of neo-patriarchial imagery in which one is presented with an almost Hobbesean choice: either reject textual rationalism or conclude that (T)ruth may be used to entrench sexist perceptions of society, given that consciousness is equal to truth. In a sense, the dialectic of the pre-cultural paradigm of consensus prevalent in modern portraiture is also evident in other forms of the visual arts. Thus, the nude is dead, long live squiggly lines!

Or, I COULD say that I was twirling like a little fairy-child up the road taking photos of the cars as they went past with a blissful ignorance usually found in toddlers or first year law students.

BUT, the truth is that I was walking up the road, stopped and tried to get a halfway decent shot of some cars at the traffic lights. However, it wasn’t happening, so in a fit of pique, I waved the camera around saying “there, how do you like that!” When I checked all of the photos that I had taken for the morning, I found that I quite liked the result, and decided to share it with the world.

So there you go world, I hope you are having a good day.