Tea in a Coffee Shop

Sat in local coffee shop drinking tea, as one does in a coffee shop, anyway I sit near the window because the light is fabulous and often times something to see..   ..and see something indeed I did, through the thick glass of the cafe window across the pavement and through another window I saw

Salt & Vinegar

When passing a window and something makes you stop and view the scene before you, you then have to convince the owner of the closed diner to open the doors and let you in for 5 minutes, you’ll be quick, really quick you promise him,  you just have to get in and try to capture

Homage to William Christenberry

A few years ago reading about Walker Evans I came across another name, William A Christenberry, a photographer from Alabama whose images of the south have greatly influenced me in my passion for photographing random neglected buildings and space. Was sad to read that he passed away this week but it also reminded me of

Splat!!

Sometimes other people’s misfortune give me the opportunity for a cracking shot and though I first thought this was a funky fake table decoration at the ice cream parlor, close inspection and that sweet milky smell convinced me that it was the real thing.

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars – to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording – all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery.