The Market

It is often said “All roads lead to Rome”
A good number of years ago we followed one of those many roads and got to Rome.
We traveled with my Board members so it could hardly be described as “Budget trip”.
From our Hotel Ponte Sisto we began to explore that ancient City. One of our walks took us to a Market close to the hotel. It was a busy place filled with people, both locals and tourists. I especially noticed this elderly Lady making her way with her modest purchases and wondered what she was going home to. Perhaps some shared room or maybe one of her favourite places for sleeping rough?
It is perhaps strange, but when I travel I become more aware of the people around me and begin to think about their background. Each of them on their own journey beginning as an innocent baby and finishing, who knows where and when? A journey filled with happy and sad moments. With success and failure?

Flowers for Mummy

It was a busy Saturday morning in our little town. The streets were filled with stalls of various kinds, staffed with people promoting a multitude of things. This little lady was helping Daddy carrying flowers home for mummy.
Nikon D750

A time to play

It was Saturday and our little town was full of activity. All of the political parties and many of the voluntary organisations such as Red cross, Save The Children, The Heart Foundation, etc etc, had set up stalls and were canvassing for their cause. There were also a number of clubs helping to the fill the street. The main street was packed with people. This little lad had obviously decided to take a break and sat quietly playing with some toy. He looked content and concentrated.

In passing

While the hairdresser beautified my wife, I walked around in our little town playing with my Nikon D750. I have had it for about a year, but I have still got a lot to learn about it. Among the things I tried was the manual setting. The last time I tried that was, with my Nikon D700, several years ago in London. It may well have been my imagination, but I could swear that I got better results that way. I set the camera back to aperture priority (my normal setting) and wandered about photographing streets, buildings and people. Close to the station I came across this scene. Back home I converted it to black and white and quite liked the result. At one stage I was very keen on street photography with people in the picture. NO MORE. I believe, that the photographer can tell strong and compelling stories about people by showing where they live or lived and the artefacts they have left behind. Still I liked this on, so I am sharing it here

Friends

Few in the neighbourhood will remember when Udmirs Kiosk was not there. Udmir is Turkish. He is pleasant to all and often has a few little treats for the children. For most of the day small groups of, what looks like socially disadvantaged people, gather outside to chat and drink beer. The beer is often bought on credit from Udmir. He is always kind, but I have heard, that he controls the credit with a firm hand and should any of them get unruly he will send them packing.
This part of Copenhagen is undergoing great change. Situated near the old Carlsberg brewery, it was, and still is a “Workers” part of the City. A former socialist prime minister live for many years in his modest flat in the area. Now the old Carlsberg site is being developed with high rise luxury flats and shopping centres. This rubs of on the area and property prices are rising
Camera Nikon D750