People should be very free with sex, but they should draw the line at goats.

I’m not sure why, but I quite like this photograph. I like the colour. . I like the dabs of yellow in all that blue and grey. I like the contrasting depth of the stones versus the flat of the concrete. I like the fact that there is an apparently healthy tree jutting out of the footpath. I like that in this one, I managed to avoid photographing my shoes.

Of course, I inevitably drew funny looks from all of the Hydro workers hurrying into work as I slouched outside their building taking photo after photo of a footpath. They were probably ruing the plight of the mentally ill in the community as they trundled past, embarrassed that this odd fellows behaviour made them think of something as dreary as mental illness.

But I will say, the pressure of this whole daily photo thing has done wonders for my confidence to just whip out the camera and take a snap when something appears and takes my fancy. That said, I have a profound timidity to do so if it involves people (or at least people who might notice what I’m doing). I’m not sure if this is down to anti-terror laws, fear of being branded a dirty old man (some greys hairs now) or just plain not wanting to upset someone; but I am apparently unable to take photos of strangers.

Maybe I’ll force myself to half a crack at it at the bus stop this afternoon after I knock off.

Just not the dudes with swastikas tattooed on their necks.