Photoanalysis 3.

Manchester Wheel.
December 2005, Manchester, England.

To me, the wheel looks like it has adopted the characteristics of a proud nude. Also, it reminds me of a huge fan, hypnotism and a big web. It looks ridiculous in its well-lit stance. It reflects itself at the building next to it, some clothes box or other. The glowing Arndale Centre sign reminds me of an amplifier found in a darkened gig location, passive and active at once. The carrier berries hang dead and gormless from the circular monster's outer ring. Where is the bicycle?

I am pleased with this photograph, it is an absurd postcard. The ground's all blackness and the sky stonewash denim. Damn, now I can never use those descriptive terms again without seeming lazy. The snake-skin cracks in the pool house-greened windows pleases my eyes. And my hyphen-finger.

Somehow, this photo looks like a composite crafted through the software of Adobe by a budding architect. It was all accidental, snap fans - I am an intuitive practioner. Cameraneurship, you make me famed and alive with bullshit.