Always the Unexpected
Why does that picture look disjointed? Off kilter?
There is that possible excuse: The unexpected consequence of living in a former stable occupied by the spirit of a saint or when that saint is not poking with a bony finger, there is the photographer's spirit.
Man Ray lived across the street and by across the street, I mean about the width of one of my canvases across cobblestones. I did not intentionally take this distorted photograph, or rather I did not expect it to be distorted. I was photographing the courtyard and the camera must have been nudged by Man Ray.
Or the saint goosed me.