When Death smiles at you...
Helpful lady at the Sheffield Google pop-up website advice centre. It was Halloween so she let me take a photo of her in her mask...
Just a telephone kiosk, except that you've travelled one thousand years into the future after all human life has gone — and nothing has changed...
In Starting Point: An Introduction to the Dialectic of Existence Robert Denoon Cumming devotes a section to the 'wiggling bottom'. This one didn't wiggle at all...
Two seconds after I snatched this photo, the infant flopped out of its mother's arms onto the paving stones of Sheffield's Peace Gardens. — I hope not.
A tableau/ shrine constructed around an old newspaper cutting — and another image of death. I don't know whether the addition of a teddy bear was intentional or not, but that's the element that gives your guts a twist.
You probably won't get this. It doesn't matter because I get it. It's what I'm after.
I read somewhere that all photographs are uncanny. It's their irreducible, recalcitrant contingency. The difference is that contingency is what these photographs say as well as show.
