Me without my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
Some kid’s plush stuffed bunny toy lay abandoned on a high street pavement in the rain. Its reflection shimmered & distorted on the wet concrete slabs. The drab and dirty rabbit looked forlorn and depressed, as I imagined was its owner without it.
I saw the kid in his room, tears rolling down his face, unable to be placated by parents who may or may not have cared. Was one of them out there on the streets diligently retracing their steps as the other one held their kid tight in their arms or were they in front of the telly, oblivious to their child’s misery? Maybe the kid was a brat and had hurled it onto the street in a fit of rage over some rejected demand? Maybe the rabbit was saved from its curbside fate, rescued by someone who just wanted to give it a good home? That someone wasn’t me by the way. I don’t have the bunny if that’s what you’re wondering. I just stepped over it like all the other passing pedestrians whilst contemplating the possible scenarios leading up to its arrival and departure…some of which I share with you now.
why #nophotoweek? explanation on friday…