Oooh, lovely lovely. Returned to the batch (is that the right term..?) of photos from Saturday’s wander and found these two that were overlooked on the first cut…
Confidence street revisited
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Confidence street
Back out with my camera in Oxford today. I remembered another thing I learned from Antonio Olmos; travel light. Just the camera (no lens) and money/keys in my pocket. This was very liberating, and I got much closer to people. Quicker getaway without a lot of baggage. Cough cough*.
There was a lot going on for a rainy February afternoon. I broke the no animal rule, but rules are meant to be broken. And learned that it helps to have a good relationship with the local Big Issue seller.
*took a fab pic of a mother and baby watching an owl. Can’t bring myself to share it.
The streets of Oxford
Eek. Determined to take photos today for the first time since the masterclass. A few sneaky numbers on the walk from the bus to the office. And then home again. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Get close. Shoot and deal with fall out after. Breathe….
Butchery in the Covered Market
New job, early morning meetings in Oxford and butchery preparations. Morse would be proud.
Cornmarket Conjury
Winter Woodland
Odd-ish. Univ College, Oxford..
…on a Wednesday afternoon..
Sunset, sheep and Hergest Ridge
Half of Frank Ryan
Had a browse through my old sketch pad that tipped up during the recent loft sort out and came across this gem.
Who is Frank Ryan? I can’t remember. It was drawn during my overland gig across Africa which makes it more mysterious. I google the name and find Frank Ryan, celebrity plastic surgeon who died in 2010 after driving his car off a cliff in Malibu, while tweeting about his dog Jill. (Jill survived with mild injury). Too young to be this Frank Ryan, but a salutary tale about tweeting about the dog while driving.
The only plausible Frank Ryan is the controversial Irish republican. I deduce this through a vague likeness to the drawing in google images, and then remember a couple of deeply political Dublin boys we met along the way all those years ago.
Why only half? No idea.
On the buses…
…or my commute to work.
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