“The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world ‘picturesque” [Susan Sontag. “On Photography”]
Still life with gas bottle, mannequin and picnic chair anyone…
“Beneath rails of steel lies Morpheus becalmed
Whilst above the twenty first century thunders by, oblivious…” [JC March 2013]
You have been warned…
“The gross and net result of it is that people who spent most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roadsteads of this parish get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them and you would be surprised at the number of people in these parts who are nearly half people and half bicycles…when a man lets things go so far that he is more than half a bicycle, you will not see him so much because he spends a lot of his time leaning with one elbow on walls or standing propped by one foot at kerbstones.” [Flann O’Brien “The Third Policeman”]
And if all else fails….there’s always the blues.