The final spud

Completely random. It was only after seeing this casual, final one-off shot on the day after, that I realised the full inherent beauty that can emanate from a cold baked potato.

See the finely detailed filigree, the lacy tracing of gold that augments the dark wounds borne of the initial fork-pricking. The juxtaposition of the enamel whiteness with the earthy vulnerability that highlights, using interesting rhythmic devices to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor, its continued carbohydrate-based existence in this dimensional space..

There's now a midweek tradition at work. Wednesdays, one person from the coop makes food for all the workers that want it. £1. Dependent on the mix of who is cooking and how busy everyone is, the fare varies greatly. The standby option is the humble, eternally popular, baked tatty. On a bed of baked beans with a couple of vegan sausages - what else does a thriving worker coop need!