I like this photo because it feels like the opening scene of a very British mystery. The kind where nothing technically happens, but you’re still gripped. A bright pink teddy, slumped like it’s had a rough night, outside an otherwise unbothered semi. The house is no-nonsense, plain, bordering on bored. Double-glazed windows cracked open just enough to let the drama out.

Why is the bear there? Who left it? Why does it look like it’s waiting for bad news? The colour clash between soft toy optimism and the concrete reality of suburban life is doing all the heavy lifting here. Add in the wheelchair, the security alarm, the sandals.co.uk van just peeking into frame—suddenly there’s a whole cast of characters, none of whom you can see.

This is why I love street photography. You don’t always need people to tell a human story.