Urban Warfare

Sometimes, you go out expecting to photograph certain things. You may even have particular shots in mind. Images. Places. Possibilities. I certainly did when I went down to my local Islington park this afternoon - the weather was warm and sunny, and the park was full with interesting people.

But walking down a path, I almost trod on this little guy.

Was he discard from a child's push-chair? Or is he the forgotten soldier in a long-finished war?

And where are his comrades-in-arms?