AA lone soul fishing on a still winter’s day at the sewage outfall on Shoreham beach. There are many analogies between photography and fishing,… the hours spent hunting for a few seconds of joy, the despondency of the missed strike, the hope big fish is only just round that corner, the solitary nature of the chase etc etc. What I’ve realised over the years of walking the (same old) streets is that I never get bored, …maybe cold, tired , irritated, hungry and footsore, but the alertness to possibility of a chance that you need to take ‘street ‘ snaps is totally absorbing. I guess that is what they call the thrill of the chase. Talking of which I’m heading off to Lewes today to watch toffs with dogs and horses wishing they could chase foxes, they should just ride up and down our street in the early hours, there are loads of them !
I’m an ardent believer in the idea that a good photograph ( whatever that is ) should be ‘about ‘ something and not just ‘of’ something, which is probably why I ‘m a big fan of political cartoons. I don’t normally bother with scenes like the one above but it did seem vaguely allegorical of the current state our relationship with those chaps over the channel.. i.e. a mad dog, a wall and a distant horizon.
One of my pet hates when walking the streets is being obliged to move out the way for souls who are eyes down on their mobile phones…. in fact I dislike the world’s obsession with mobile phones in general. OK OK they are useful on occasion but why the need to check whatever it is they check every minute or two beats me, …and that is probably why I’ve adopted ‘Straggler’ as my nom de guerre.