The on-site supervisor looks just a tad edgy. Tagging along on a trip to a hardware store, I am wandering the aisles, camera in hand, looking.
“Looking for what?” asks the other tagger-along, more or less.
For whatever I can see. For whatever strikes. There’s always something.
Shiny shapes . . .
Coloured shapes . . .
Biting shapes . . . Look out!
