Three People, Three Phones, One Street
Opera Lane on a Tuesday morning, and three people in a row are looking at their phones.
This Way Up
Three red things line up in this one. First the red arrow, a sticker on one of the big cardboard boxes in the Arnotts window display, pointing across at her. Then a red and white stick taped to the glass at an angle, aimed down at her too. And the red case on her phone,…
North Main Street, in Yellow
On North Main Street the two buildings split the frame: grey-blue on the left, worn yellow on the right, with Barnardos and the old Edward B. Sheehan shopfront underneath. A man in a yellow T-shirt walked past the charity shop, a few paces in front of a woman in a yellow cap, phone in hand….
Legs Crossed, Work Paused
Two decorators taking a break against a shop hoarding on a London street. I love all the legs. 🙂
Nobody’s Buying Peanuts Right Now
The nut seller had clearly decided the crowd could wait. Some behind him caught his attention and the crowd passing in front wasn’t buying his roasted nuts.
Two Heads, One Conversation
The mannequin is spying on you. It’s not just Facebook.
The Irish Summer
Proving that the recent heatwave is (still) the exception and that it sometimes rains in June in Ireland. It didn’t last long. By the time we came out of Cornucopia the ground was dry and the sun was shining again.
Roses for Sale, Bantry Market
The roses lean out of their black plastic pots like they’re craning for a better view of the customer, and she’s giving them a proper once-over, but what I noticed was the tote bag so floral it could be for sale at the flower stall.
The Reflection and the Real
The poster girl gets the beach, the dunes, the perfect light and a 30% discount; the actual shopper gets a footpath, a purple handbag and a too-warm day in the town.
The Reading Room on Wheels
I think he was double parked, probably waiting for someone and reading the newspaper on a cool March afternoon in 2021.
Hand in Hand on a Valencia Pavement
Fingers loosely laced, a thin ring catching the light and that small contact is the whole picture.
Everyone in a Hurry but Him
The man in the red jacket became my anchor the moment I set up. Henry Street on a sunny day is a river of people. Shoppers, buskers’ audiences, lads cutting across to Gino’s for a cone, and a slow shutter turns all of that into smears of colour and ghostly half-people mid-stride. But he just…