On Photography

I stopped working with a camera after reading it. There are two photographs making the rounds, associated with some legend or another, each of which appear to rest on, or rather, spring fully formed from, one or two foreheads, none of which I'm moved by ... I mean, where was the Boffins' Mess, let alone the O-Club or the perimeter wire or ... well, who cares?
More important than the photos of the day are the photos of yesterday. Please, please, please, click through and spend a delicious half hour reading this and this and this.
Then perhaps today's photo op will seem ... like just an op.