As I don’t get out much and cameras are awkward I rely on my rather bulky photo albums to amuse me and to reminisce. I’ll share a few and if a story accompanies it I’ll include it but it’s not compulsory to read or comment. My interests with photography was, and still is, in the peculiarities of placement. “Found items” I’ve heard it call. More like moments of thought for me. Seeing some situation that has arisen by nature or human intervention seemingly by chance is a curiosity I cannot resolve other than to capture it and give thought to the image at a later time. The discarded shopping trolley is a symbol of our time. They appear most places, even when there is no sight of the origin. They and cockroaches will be all that remains of this generation.