Yesterday I went out for a ‘Photowalk’ around Ipswich with my good friend Miss H. For ‘Photowalk’ read a meander around the shops with our cameras. The purpose behind this was not just to spend a pleasant afternoon together but to help her get to grips with her first DSLR a very niffty Nikon. Miss H is new to photography but enjoying herself.
Naturally there was much chatting and as we wandered round, cameras in hand, I heard a voice call out asking if I wanted to take a photo. Turning round I saw a man sitting in a door way.
This is Dan. I took his photo and we chatted for a little while. I’m not a great one for street photography and rarely take photos of people. However Dan was happy to pose and I just couldn’t resist. He was a little vague about how he ended up sat in that doorway on the cold floor, but seemed grateful for the money I gave him to get a hot drink. As Miss H and I walked away we started looking round to see what else, and who else, we were just walking past. Dan had been charming and articulate, and I had just been walking past as if he didn’t exist. Food for thought…
