Pink Boots

Posted By Mark on May 7, 2012

Quick submission for #ShoesMonday curated by +Olga Kafka, +Terry Fabre, +Laura Harding, and +Bernd Schaefers while I continue to confuse myself with the new Flickr uploader after going through the shots taken yesterday in London. Google+: View post on...

Market Man

Posted By Mark on May 5, 2012

After my photographic endeavours in the Bishop's garden (see previous post) yesterday lunchtime I headed back to work via the precinct in Chichester; it was there that I discovered that not only was the market in full swing but there were coachloads of tourists in from the continent. How lucky, I thought, that I should pick today to miss out on all these street photo shots in favour of some plants. I often think things with heavy sarcasm. Swallowing my disappointment I checked the time and realised I could hang around a few minutes and see if anything good caught my eye. Something did – I forget what now – and I lined up to take the shot, only to get that special photographer tingling sensation that tells you someone, somewhere, probably somewhere near, has just done something. I pulled the camera away from my face and glanced to my left where a man had obviously stopped in mid-stride, keen not to step in front of my shot. Ah, a conscientious civilian; I thanked him for his courtesy and indicated that it was fine for him to carry on through. "I didn't want to spoil your shot," he said. "You wouldn't have," I assured him. "What are you taking a photo of?" he asked as he started to walk past. "You," I said, swinging the camera up and catching him with a smile on his face. He laughed. "Me? What for?" "You're interesting." Nice people are always interesting but I didn't tell him he was nice because I've been down that route before and restraining orders aren't half as much fun as they sound. He stopped then and looked around him. "What's this?" he asked. I looked at the market stalls and the people in the market perusing the market stalls, as well as the signs on some of the market stalls that included the word "Market" in their writing. "It's a market," I told him. "Is this a market?" he asked incredulously. I nodded, but I forget exactly which adjective would best complement the action. "Is this always here?" he asked with a high level of astonishment in his voice. "Not always," I said slowly, trying to imagine an eternal market in Chichester. "First and third Friday of the month," I added. "Oh!" he laughed, shook his head in bewilderment, and walked on. Nice guy, I thought. Dim too. #StreetSaturday Google+: View post on...

Around The Garden

Posted By Mark on May 5, 2012

Not mine, of course. If I'd wandered around my garden taking photos then this would be an album of weeds, dirt, and motion-blurred shots where I'd jumped away from something big and scary on a fence panel. This, instead, is the Bishop's garden; being a Bishop he can afford to have pretty flowers in it and lawn and paths and such. What a life! In album Around The Garden (20 photos) Google+: View post on...

Erection Hat

Posted By Mark on May 3, 2012

The In-Laws

Posted By Mark on May 3, 2012

Usually I post photos from my own past for #BlastFromThePast (curated by +Cheryl Cooper, +Mark Rodriguez, and +Isabelle Fortin) but today I thought I'd show off a shot of my in-laws instead. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking: man, those medieval-themed parties in the 1970s were all sorts of awesome! Wrong. They're actually 947 years old. Some terrifying genes in my wife's family. Google+: View post on...

New Lease Available

Posted By Mark on May 3, 2012

This former Evans store is available for lease in North Street, Chichester. If you're a family-oriented business with one eye on a potential location in the West Sussex city then you might want to consider it before the flautist pictured here takes up permanent residence. Trained by the finest child-hating woodwindists of Hamelin she has been steadily honing her already superb talent for a couple of weeks now and the children of the area are slowly succumbing to her enchanting melodies; the young girl on the right of the picture can even be seen slipping into catatonia in this particular shot. Personally, I hate children too and have no problems with a sharp decline in their numbers to flute-wielding women but I thought I'd highlight this business opportunity for anyone interested as a public service. Google+: View post on...