I remember as a teenager taking a photo of a shop front in France, deliberately over exposing, using too slow a sutterspeed and jumping up and down while I released the shutter. Why? Because I was angry. This was back when I was first learning how to take photographs properly, you know, all that light meters and developing with chemicals and stuff. I'd seen some bad photographs in a gallery, that were supposedly great, and couldn't see why they belonged there. They were just plain bad and uninteresting. Give a camera to a monkey type shots. (not the sock variety obviously!)

So why this bad photograph today? Oh, things have just got to me a bit today, and I really didn't have the emotional energy to try to do something technically competent, like I have done for the last 373 days!. In the end, I quite like it, so please do feel free to "oh" and "ah", praise the colours, DoF or composition as you see fit. Truth is I just waved the camera in front of the butter dish and hit the button.

Sorry, I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow.

Update: I've just realised that I broke my own snapshot rules... because a) I went into the kitchen specifically to take photographs, and b) I chose to use f8. Darn. Now it's a proper photograph and not a bad snapshot. Guess I'll just have to print it big and hang it on the wall LOL!