Photography writing is as much about drawing from memories as it is about what those memories are trying to tell us. I’ve mentored a few authors in my time, and when they get to the inevitable ‘I’m-stuck-and-I-don’t-know-what-to-do stage’ of their manuscript, I usually tell them to leave the manuscript, go for a walk, and if possible, take their smartphone with them.
I took this picture in Piccadilly, London a few years ago. Something about it is just so quintessentially English. It is also a gentle reminder that living in this city can be a beautiful experience. Even if sometimes, we may have to dig a little deeper to find that beauty.
They sure don’t make them like that anymore, do they?
A leisurely walk in Westminster, London and I came across this.
An unexpected hike up the African mountains yields some surprising photos.
I’m not surprised the boys turned their backs when I took their picture. In fact, if you looked closer, it was quite obvious they didn’t want me there. I mean, they ignored me pretty much the whole time I was there. And, who could blame them?