That day

And he walked the streets.

A man with dreams and a hope for something better.

And so it was decided.

Look forward, look back and 

believe that change will come.

That day...

A night without a shadow

And somewhere

in a street without name

walked a man

And he sang

of friends

and 

their memories.

Fading away.

A night without shadow.

A night without a shadow

It is as though the universe said...

This way please

Jacques and I walked down the street yesterday and it was freezing. I got two shots of this scene. And I think it is a brilliant shot.

Interpret as you wish :)

Grit and Grime

I've been going through last week's shots and I found this unprocessed photo taken in Brick Lane. You can see that the sky is completely overexposed, there is a lot of lens distortion, but I figured it had some potential.
This is the image as imported from the camera and exported from the RAW image. I made no adjustments.

Grit and grime - raw photo

I then cropped the photo and corrected the lens profile distortions and processed it for black and white. (You can see that the lines on the buildings are not vertical and not straight). The first adjustments were to correct exposure, reduce the highlights (the white sky and the reflected light) and increase the contrast.
The I did a lot of dodging and burning (on the face, the jacket and the bricked areas) and it looked like the following photo. You can see that the face is less shiny and the two halves are more similarly lighted.

Grit and Grime in black and white

It didn't work for me unfortunately. And then I switched it back to colour. And this was the result:

Grit and grime

I like the colour photo a lot. It is a little on the dark side, but that is what Brick Lane feels like. Gritty. A lot of this is personal taste and for some reason I like the dark stuff these days. People.

Black Street Part IV

Another excursion to Brick Lane. Got a few nice photographs I think.

First, a chunky but very determined-looking man on his way somewhere.

Determinism

And a fierce-looking woman.

Imagine

This guy seems to be from Jamaica and had a radio at his feet and danced the day away.

Dude

This is my favourite one of the day. I like the shape of the umbrella and that she was looking down, seemingly lost in thought.

Another Day

This one is special. Petticoat Lane market and she seemed startled or even shocked. I like the angle of the photo, the size of her eyes and that she looks over her shoulder.

Shocked

The Spectator

The Spectator

Is man a spectator or innocent participant? 

Does innocent even mean anything?

Be careful of whom you are staring at. 

Looks and smoking - both can kill.

The moment...

The moment that the train enters the station.

Is the moment that the camera focus falls.

 On the girl's face. 

Everyone's attention is elsewhere. 

A grubby station platform in Central London.

Dust is the air.

That moment