I was feeling awfully cranky the other day. To prevent myself from stewing in the fetid rot of my bad mood, I took to the streets with my camera. Walking always helps me clear my head.
Call it what you want. Angry photography. Clicking cranky. I imposed one rule on myself: I wasn’t allowed to stop walking.
“HA! Take THAT, construction site!” “YAH! I snapped you good, stupid bridge.” What can I say? It doesn’t have to make sense. I was really cranky.