Spotted In The Street
I was spotted. I used to deal with this using the technique of holding the position or tracking slowly and pretending to shoot other things just behind or to one side of where I had really been pointing, hoping that the subject would assume they'd inadvertently wandered into shot or they were mistaken and weren't the target of my photographic affections anyway. But that was before I discovered Brick-In-A-Sock (tm) and its amazing memory-wiping ability. Now, with Brick-In-A-Sock (tm) I'm free to shoot who I want, where I want, when I want, how I want, safe in the knowledge that anybody who looks at me funny won't remember a thing the following day. Google+: View post on...
Rock, Paper, Scissors
People often ask me: "Mark, how did you get to be so good at Rock, Paper, Scissors and what's your secret to being picked to represent the United Kingdom year after year?" Well, the key word – especially for all you kids looking to take up the sport – is dedication. I'm dedicated to cheating by any means possible. Take today, for instance, when I spot (okay: invited to Chichester under false pretences) my first round rival at this Summer's games, Bulgarian champion Stefan Getemov walking past nonchalantly: a simple light tinkling of a bell – the same sort of bell used to start all tournament competitions – was all it took for Stefan's reflexes to kick in and for him to give away his opening response. Oh, Stefan, paper is going to beat rock, I'm afraid. Google+: View post on...
Muerte Punk
Another fruitless day looking for interesting shoes out and about so I've had to rely on something from the archives once more and it's no surprise that it's another pair of my wife's shoes because, well, she has a fair few. However, just to show that she doesn't just wear Jimmy Choos here's something a bit different: Muerte Punk from Iron Fist in this instance. For #ShoesMonday curated by +Olga Kafka, +Laura Harding, +Bernd Schaefers, and +Terry Fabre. Google+: View post on...
Stewed, Screwed, and Tattooed
Much like this man in the middle of being kidnapped by the little girl photographed here I also like to wear t-shirts that describe me for people who need a little help in making their minds up upon first meeting; this is why I often sport slogans such as "Grumpy Geezer", "Unfriendly Sort, Ain't He?", and "Stealing Your Wallet While You're Reading This". For #MonochromeMonday curated by +Charles Lupica, +Hans Berendsen, +Bill Wood, and +Jerry Johnson. Also for #ManlyMondays curated by +Alan Shapiro, +Kjetil Greger Pedersen, +Mark Rodriguez, +Barry Blanchard, and +Dave Daniels. Google+: View post on...
Busker's Assistant
Right at the end of yesterday's lunchtime, on the way back to the drudgery of an afternoon of work (thanks mysterious, benevolent billionaire for not stopping by yet again) we passed by a busker playing guitar in the Spanish style. He was a very skilled man, clearly someone who would be the victor against the devil in one of those famous devil/human music play-offs that have souls and golden instruments as wagers, and the way that his fingers danced across the face of his guitar, alighting on the strings and plucking them with a flourish was like watching a cascade of fireflies… oh who am I kidding? I didn't even notice him. His assistant was lovely though. For #StreetSaturday . Google+: View post on...
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