The quality of my photography has, I fear, declined to such an extent this past year that I am faintly embarrassed to snap even the most photogenic of subjects. It doesn’t help that the world of amateur photography is mindbogglingly overcrowded. Don Delillo’s White Noise features “the most photographed barn in the world”, a place noteworthy solely for being noteworthy, an absurd situation that is replicated in every place where tourists swarm.
Anyhow, as I was saying, my recent photos are disappointing. Partly this is due to the poverty of good light in Glasgow, partly to focussing on other things, but mainly because one icy morn I slipped on my bike and cracked the LCD screen. As such, when I try to frame my picture I am met with half the screen obscured by a purplish blob.
It is a pain. Nevertheless, like a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell, I snap away when confronted with something that stimulates my ganglions.