This week's Photo Friday challenge – Modern – has caused me a number of problems, not least because I'm not quite sure what the word means to me. Clearly, in some senses, it means up-to-date, but it seems to be an almost dated, anachronistic term. For example, I have a book that belonged to my father called the Boy's Book of Modern Marvels (with a frontispiece that speculates about firing a rocket at the moon). And then there are post-modern ideas that suggest that modernity, and all things modern, are behind us.

All of which is largely irrelevant, but it's what I was thinking about as I wandered around this afternoon trying to find something modern. And then I ran out of time and decided to go with the somewhat banal idea that modern, in this context, equates with contemporary existence – consumerism, pace of life, and so on.