My fathers photography

I've been going through my father's piles of photographs since his death and my mothers move to a care home. Many of the photos are family ones, as you'd expect, but there are significant amounts of photos like this. He wasn't a photographer, not really interested in art. He always had cameras, but he was more interested in the camera itself, how it functioned, than the photos themselves, he was that kind of guy. Still, I love this photo. It's a weird enigma and sits happily with all the photos he took of the back end of buses, empty car parks, hotel doors, and a ton of other stuff that I have collected together.