My silent uproar.

I don't believe in contests, they're stupid peer-judged lovefest staged by resigned amateurs, godly evaluations dominated by current trends and other forces beyond the work itself. Therefore I love them and think they are the final arbiter of all things good in the world. It would please me nothing more than to win another contest. I could put the gold-colored leaf-covered plastic prize obtained from a warehouse supply store next to all the others, lined up like toy soldiers primed for eternity for a war they will never fight, and then burn them and free their tiny souls.

The best picture I have ever taken is this one.