"Not Happy"

That was my feeling when my dad asked me if I wanted to go to the circus when I was 4 or 5. I think I made the point strongly enough because I was never asked again. Apart from hating/being scared of, clowns I think I wondered where the big animals came from. Here are two bulls and three cows (I think that's the correct terms) being herded into a truck-come-stable that doesn't look big enough for them to turn around in. I had a shit day starting with oversleeping and just knowing my only other colleague would be late....shit,shit,shit... and it just got worse. I saw this circus setting up as I left work (for the first time !"#%#¤) and have been getting wound up over this shot since I got home. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I should do something about it but showing it here and having a rant has helped a bit.