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Walking about Kusadasi at night I saw a man in old blue jeans cleaning a shop window full of fake people in stylish new clothes.As I looked, it seemed that he was dancing rather than sweeping. I quickly borrowed the image he presented so that I could share it with the world. Friendly Friday |…… Continue reading Window dressing
A bus stop outside Munnar in Kerala. Buses are few and far between, but in Kerala life is so sweet who cares. MMC, TPC, WPC
I’d gone away from the well-beaten track for tourists in Rome, and found a few interesting things. I was trying to get a photo of the graffiti on the wall (the green on brick looked brilliant) when this man walked into the frame. I was happy to have him there. He anchored the photo instantly…… Continue reading On foot and in a hurry
You descend into the darkness every day. You mutter a hello to familiar faces whom you don’t know. You scan the subway walls hoping to find the words of the prophets written there. One day you see it: 58. Is that a hidden message?
There are no corners to a ball. There are dabs of colour: warm yellows, dabs of greens and pinks. The comfortable everyday world of a little juice bar can be seen in a round lamp shade. This is a street photo without a street.
Anticipation wears many faces. I was busy photographing the street food of Myanmar when I noticed these three waiting for their order of a snack. The space between a movie hall and a temple was full of these young girls on a Sunday afternoon. A movie had just got over. Most of the people were…… Continue reading Waiting