Saturday, 19 November 2011

Milk Stout

Since digital photography has come along and storing vast quantities of images on your computer has negated the need to print an image, I seldom chance upon the found photo anymore; it's become a very rare event indeed. My only joy now is stumbling across a photograph in a charity shop or flea market - but only if I find one where there shouldn't normally be one. For instance, this photo was found in a box of random paperwork whilst I was looking for knitting patterns in a charity shop in Weston-super-Mare. My golden rule is to never consciously search for them: they have to find me.