I managed to trace the steps I’d taken as I wandered around old Havana, these people are standing in Calle Amargura, outside the Conde del Castillo restaurant which is within the Marqués de San Felipe y Santiago de Bejucal hotel on the corner of Calle Amargura and Plaza San Fransisco near the port.
I was struck by their expressions, a mix of boredom, anticipation of the hard work to come during the busy midday period and their suspicion of me taking their photographs. They made such an interesting composition, the two men looking over the woman’s head, the pot-bellied chef’s whites stark against the dark background, that same darkness almost engulfing the taller man, concentrating the eye on his upward-pointing arm resting on the door frame.
Amargura translates as Bitterness.
The painting is not quite finished, a few refinements and adjustments to make yet.
Wandering around with a friend from out of town, I found these people and faces, so many stories in London, right on my doorstep.
On the south bank of the Thames, these tourists were thrown into sharp silhouette by the brightly sunlit ship beyond.
At first I thought this man’s shoe was being highlighted by the sun but no, he is actually wearing canvas shoes with white rubber toecaps, his friend’s shadow just happens to be falling in line with the white rubber tip. The strange gesture of pointing his finger straight down, is in fact merely the gentleman getting a good grip on his walking stick, only visible by his right foot.
I sat for some time watching the passers-by in the courtyard garden of the Victoria and Albert Museum, this young boy seemed dedicated to improving his handstand technique in the water, he did it at least 10 times, the first was good, the last ones were excellent.The little girl to the right is desperate to try but I think too scared.
I so admire this woman’s dress style, a great lover of Mondrian and a perfectly thought through outfit, even down to the flower earrings and the pink socks.
I looked up and this guy was towering over me, making everyone around look so small!
Its not often hat you see a plait this long and what a beautiful colour too.
Staying up in the hills above Malibu, the hotel pool reflecting the last little pink clouds in the sky.
I don’t recall ever having seen the shadow of an airplane trails on a cloud before but here the clouds look as though they have been brushed smooth to make the shadow sharper. I saw this around 6:30 in the afternoon west of Toronto.
Photo credit Dr Reason under my direction . . .