Some end-of-roll photos. You know, those ones where you go around snapping miscellaneous objects just to finish off the film? I’ve grown up with my dad calling them end-of-film-dog-photos. Mine are always a case of end-of-film-feet-photos. I took these one afternoon after an epic bout of torrential rain. I think they’ve got a certain moodiness about them, but I don’t know, maybe that’s just what I want to see. I’m always admiring those who can capture and and evoke certain moods with their photographs. You know, those ones where you take one look and you just get overcome with feeling. You don’t exactly have to know what feeling it is, but it’s there. Does anyone else know what I’m on about? Maybe all this babbling is the result of my morning caffeine hit. I think so.