With that thought in mind, I've started photographing the abandoned and discarded toys I see on my travels.
"If I hadn't known it was a bear, I might have taken the body for an old pillow."
"I can't believe that someone, somewhere isn't crying for this brave little sheep."
"What kind of monster would crucify a bee?"
Meanwhile, on a walk up on nearby Purdown this morning my friend Dru and I came upon this notice, posted on the concrete walls of a WWII anti-aircraft emplacement. It appears that Edward Snowden chose this unlikely place to make his appeal to the world. I am only the intermediary.