random acts of senseless beauty

I love the phone in my camera.

I love it because I can show you some of the things that I see out of the corner of my eye, and that make me smile. Like this:

This heavily-rusted, tiny, child’s tricycle chained to a lampost with an industrial sized padlock.

Opposite the Wandsworth Dump.

The other thing I’m deperate to get a picture of, but haven’t managed, is the line of heair-arsed labourers who sit on the street by Broadcasting House every day having their cigarette break. The sit in a line – about 15 of them – on a curbstone, leaning back on a hoarding and clicking at any woman who walks past. The genius part or it is that not more than 10 feet above them is a massive banner with their company’s logo and the words “Changing The Face Of Construction”.