Clicking Cranky

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.

Orange plastic security fence of a construction site.

Under the Granville Street bridge.

Varying structures and colours of a construction site. Spot the porta-potty.

Why did the cranky photographer cross the road?