Why do I do Street photography? Probably because I can't paint. I'm a terrible ‘drawer.’ My attempt to delineate a cat would have a six year old asking "What's that?!" Thing is, I'd love to be a great - or even adequate - artist but I wasn't gifted that in my genes, or however it is granted to one. I'm crap at snooker too. But I love to create images so I capture them with my camera. My interest began at school. Took a picture of Conway Castle from an interesting perspective and to my surprise came first in a school competition.
I had an Uncle Syd who encouraged me to take up photography as a hobby so I joined the local Photographic Society and used to develop and print my own pictures. Then puberty intervened so I lost interest in photography and found other ways to occupy my time.
Skip to the digital age. Got myself a compact camera and hit the streets. Found I had an eye for the quirky, the humorous, the unusual or even the beauty of the mundane so I became gripped by street photography. It made up in a way for not being able to paint.
I'm not the sort of chap who can stick a camera in the face of some interesting looking person. I'll work from a distance usually, but sometimes I brave up and ask permission. If I go out without my camera I feel naked but there's always the one on the phone to fall back on. I'm fairly quick on the draw but if I miss a crucial shot I'll sulk for a bit afterwards. Anyway, I don't know about you but I'm boring myself now so I'll end with a few favourite pics that I took on my travels.
One of my all time favourite shots. There's a big statue of a warrior in Santa Cruz, Tenerife. I knew if I made myself inconspicuous and waited long enough there'd be a funny shot and within minutes these two lovely ladies came along. I love the looks between them and the older lady's obvious joy. You can almost hear what they're thinking.
Then there's this candid pic of - I like to think grandad and grandson - in a harbour in Sardinia. The old guy is sitting on a bucket doing a bit of fishing and probably telling the lad stories of the old days. I love the closeness between them.
Two blokes. On a bench. In Cadiz. Reminded me of Waiting for Godot…
This was taken on Westminster Bridge. There's a story here. I'm not sure what it is but I think I can guess. The Oriental gentleman wanted a picture taken with the Scottish bagpiper but as soon as he stood next to him, the Piper angrily folded the bagpipes and took off in a huff leaving a puzzled tourist behind. I think the expressions say it all.
This is an Icelandic fisherman with a face sculpted by the sea. He lived in Isafjord where they speak a language that the Vikings would still recognise.
Not India but Ealing. This gentleman was taking part in a religious procession to a temple in which scores of participants rolled sideways along the main roads for a great distance while holding a coconut. The pain is obvious in his face.
Couple in a bus shelter in Llandudno waiting for the rain to stop. Sums up the British weather, the British holiday and the British spirit all in one!
One man and his dog in Nice. I was so busy taking the picture that I didn't get the chance to see what they were looking at. I'll never know.