. . . When I came across a few forgotten favorites that I’d never posted on the blog before.
It’s funny how you (well me at least) can see a photo and remember instantly where it was taken, with what camera and what was happening at the time.
This is a particular favorite of mine which I call ‘Alice Belts’. Taken with the Leica M8 in Glasgow (my first time there) and meandering around, I actually walked straight past this scene. It was then that I had one of those ‘shall I go back’ moments and fortunately I did. This picture now hangs in the Breakfast Room of my Self-Catering Holiday Home.
Taken with a Canon G9 about 10 years ago in Barrow-In-Furness (oop north), I like the dominant stance of the man and his dogs as they ‘cleared’ a path up Barrow High Street. No one got in his way, except me of course for a brief moment. I also like the juxtaposition of the similarly clad figure passing in the opposite direction.
I remember this like it was yesterday and vividly recall feeling quite sorry for the elderly gentleman. Taken in Carlisle about 7 years ago, he was clearly out of place and somewhat awkwardly waiting for someone. Nervously looking at his watch, glancing around and shuffling from one foot to the other, it was then that he noticed me, camera poised and waiting for the right moment. Suddenly the man, dressed entirely in grey from head to foot, froze like a granite statue. CLICK !!!
Lancaster about 8 years ago, this could have been perfect but the situation arrived so quickly, it was all I could do just to raise the Leica M8 and hit the shutter button. Luckily the focus was in the right ball park. Still, I’ve grown to view the blurring as lending a sense of movement and speed to the imminent release of the elastic band.
They say dogs look like their owners (or is it the other way round?). Barrow again and another M8 moment. P.S. I own two Cavalier King Charles Spaniels and don’t look anything like them. 🙂
Liverpool ‘One’ Shopping Center this time, 5 years ago and with the Leica M8 again. This guy (who I’ll call the Ninja) was briskly skipping around firing off frames left right and center. Each time he assumed this interesting pose. So I decided to follow him a bit and took this one shot. Immediately after, a ‘One’ Security Guard approached me and asked that I wouldn’t take pictures (in the plural). Somewhat confusingly, he failed to notice the ‘hooded’ Ninja, still practicing his Martial Arts around the place.