Barry Keavney
Well-Known Member
I'm quite lucky with where I live at the moment. Ho ho, it's not California or somewhere snazzy like that; but it's also not...Syria, for example.
I live in between three madly different towns in the West Midlands. Birmingham, Walsall and West Bromwich.
Everyone of them has a different feel and quality, and likeability factor to me also.
I sometimes debate to myself which one I will pop into on a given day. How I feel on that day, the weather, mood, people etc, all that stuff is detrimental to my over all day, photographically.
Here's one from Birmingham.
I'm quite an open person generally. I'm not easily scared of by groups of hooded youths or seemingly violent homeless people who desperately need a lighter.
And so I met this guy. I asked his name, many times, but he just said G or something similar. I couldn't really understand anything he was saying. I asked him if I could take his photo. And he obliged. I took several similar shots, before he started off down the street, motioning me to follow...
Well, not fifteen feet down the road he marched himself into and well-known clothes retailer. I followed him, looked at the sales staff and shrugged my shoulders, before G started demonstrating his karate towards me.
At no point was it a dangerous or scary situation, just an odd one.
Here's G.
Gee in Oasis by Barry Keavney, on Flickr
I live in between three madly different towns in the West Midlands. Birmingham, Walsall and West Bromwich.
Everyone of them has a different feel and quality, and likeability factor to me also.
I sometimes debate to myself which one I will pop into on a given day. How I feel on that day, the weather, mood, people etc, all that stuff is detrimental to my over all day, photographically.
Here's one from Birmingham.
I'm quite an open person generally. I'm not easily scared of by groups of hooded youths or seemingly violent homeless people who desperately need a lighter.
And so I met this guy. I asked his name, many times, but he just said G or something similar. I couldn't really understand anything he was saying. I asked him if I could take his photo. And he obliged. I took several similar shots, before he started off down the street, motioning me to follow...
Well, not fifteen feet down the road he marched himself into and well-known clothes retailer. I followed him, looked at the sales staff and shrugged my shoulders, before G started demonstrating his karate towards me.
At no point was it a dangerous or scary situation, just an odd one.
Here's G.
Gee in Oasis by Barry Keavney, on Flickr