Like the stone laid by Barbara Jessie Burton in 1927, this doorway probably goes unnoticed by most people on Prince’s Street. It’s right next to the stone linked above, but the door is usually closed.
I spotted this colourful mosaic out of the corner of my eye and recognised the Burton name from my previous post.
This foundation stone is set into a building at one end of Princes Street, Cork. I never noticed it until the day I took this photo and a quick search for Barbara Jessie Burton returns information and pictures of foundation stones laid by her in the years following 1927:
Does anyone know anything else about Barbara Jessie Burton?
Pedestrians in Cork walk up and down Prince’s Street. One person has to be different, the odd one out eh?
Grrr. Flickr’s Post by email function is broken.
On her lunch break she smiles instead of smoking, at least for a moment.
This is the second and final image of the Lady on her break series. If you look very carefully at the window you’ll see my face, my hand, and the back of Jacinta’s head as we walked past. Thanks for the comments yesterday!
On her break, she lights up a cigarette to relax. Who did she see?
The Magnum Blog has been running for a few weeks. I blogged the original opening of the site ages ago, but it wasn’t ready for prime time and it made it’s debut a short while ago. A few days ago, A faked portrait of my generation explored some of the issues surrounding street photography. A legal case in Quebec in effect made street photography illegal in Canada.
Here in Ireland, photographers do have the right to photograph people, but if the subjects have an expectation of privacy then you’re not allowed photograph them. That could include a couple talking on the street. That’s only the opinion of our Minister For Justice but unfortunately many of my street photos could be on shaky ground if that really was what the law said.
Oh, another photo of this girl tomorrow!
What is their body language saying? This couple were standing still on Princes Street for a good while and I sensed something was amiss.
Pictured in the background is the shop front of Ann Summers. The byline in the window reads “Sex or Chocolates”