Taken in Venice, last August.
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This is Jakarta, Old Jakarta to be precise.
We have learned the hard way to wait 24 hours for our bags to catch up when travelling to Indonesia. This short stop allowed us to take in the local scene.
Initially the sight of such poor lives saddened me, but I quickly realised these people weren’t visibly sad. Despite the squalor and stench I saw plenty of smiles and even a few laughs.
As with all cities, there is the glamorous, the real and normal lives of others and those who try to profit from any and all. As a street photographer, I look for the out of place and Venice is no exception.
So here’s a few from Venice’s streets, from glam to sham.
And, in front of the luxury bag shop too!
Some days I love tourists and others not so much. Our few days in Venice presented us with a tourist ultimatum and I simply had to get with the programme. Deal with it.
I love this shot for the sheer number of reaction expressions to their first sight of the famous San Marco. And, of course, the umbrellas!
I do hope your weekend is sunny.
This is Suzy, truly my best half. We had an excellent wedding although, if Nan could scuba dive, Suz might have had us all in wet suits and exchanging vows with an audience of Anemone fish and schooling Snappers!
We are glad to be back… well, until we walked through our front door to a very sodden and squishy carpet!
Not sure about blessing the rains in Africa, but our place certainly was this weekend.
It’s luxury camping they said. Proper beds and furniture and showers they said.
I didn’t like camping before, glam or no glam, and sleeping overnight in what is essentially a desert is a new and specific level of hell for me.
This is the dawn, over Spitzkoppe, Namibia. It ever so slightly made up for the camping.
Themes are always open to interpretation and, to win competitions, you need to almost climb into the minds of judges to work out what they think is a ‘scenic wonder’.
This is Namibia. I took a condensed tour, north to south, with Marsel Van Oosten and the whole journey was a series of wondrous scenes.
This is a grand image of 2 long since dead desiccated trees however, on the 1km walk to this pan, peaking over the final dune and seeing these trees, they seemed so modest and small.
Cameras. Lying bastards!
Last week I was at sea. The heat, at least 40º Celsius, was bearable with the constant wind across the ocean. Back on terra firma, in Sharm El Sheik, it was windless calm and the heat really beat down.
I was shooting all the time and these two images I exposed for the subjects, however the intense sun really blew out – well, just a little thanks to Monochrom – the backgrounds. It occurred to me this could really work in my favour to convey a sense of the intensity of the heat.
Does anyone else agree?