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A quick trip up to Norfolk and Lincolnshire on business so I quickly slipped the Canon 6D and Takumar 50mm f1.4 in my trusty man-bag. The evening in Boston had me having a quick walk round the town centre. Now no disrespect to the place and given I only wandered in the howling wind for an hour or so but I was a little stumped for photo opportunities. Street life isn't my thing at all. People really don't interest me. Well not quit that but I have a real aversion to snapping them. A shudder goes down my spine when I see pictures of' shall we say, street caricatures looking glum or crazy or angry or, as most of them are doing, minding their own business. I don't see much real social comment in the vast majority of today's street photos. All I see is self indulgence and crass hypocrisy. A pretty women looking bored in a cafe, an old women next to a billboard for makeup or a tramp next to a banker. Really!! How many times. Besides your camera cost more than all their worldly goods put together! No give me dynamics in the architecture, give me history in the places. To me street photography should be like sunset photography. Anyone can take a picture of a setting sun the art is to take a photograph of the effects of the sunset.
Bearing all that in mind I wasn't actually trying to do that but on with the show and end of my whinge.
Bracingly crisp morning view from the hotel
The car had a bit of a growth on it to
The green wall caught my eye
Now this is my kind of street photography. Hundreds of lives on one wall. Graffiti has always intrigued me. Not the artistic variety but more the innocent doodleings of everyday people. Sandstone pillars in churches are a great place for this. Hundreds of hours of boring sermon make work for idle hands.
Bit of nicely framed wall
Stumped if I know!
This is pure time to me. Imagine the day they told the owner of the brave new world of architecture about to happen.
As I walked along this street by the water front I realised I had been passing many alley ways. I walked back to the top and started snapping. Here's my tribute to the hidden corners of South Street Boston
The Alleys of South Street Boston
Thank you Boston, short but sweet