Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
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ha, erm, I have to admit I honestly don’t know what it is…it looks highly suspect to me and I can’t actually remember..it was the ambiguity that I liked, a suggestion to the brain rather than a complete answer. We fabricate so much internally, receiving only 10% of information from the optic nerve and the rest is filled in with information from inside of our cerebral cortex so reality is only ever a fraction of the picture. It is far less relevant than what we construct ourselves so if you see a weeping santa that’s your reality, who am I to say otherwise?
Oh ha, just getting the hang of this commenting business :)
Weeping santa?
Is this a weeping santa?