Trafalgar Square – man with bird…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s colours are: grape green, grape red, grape green, grape red, avocado, and lightning-strike yellow.
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EPSON scanner imageHere’s another photograph from my days of old-style film and darkroom photography. This one is probably from the late 1980s or early 1990s. Not that you can tell, but it was taken in Trafalgar Square, London – Yes, that is definitely a London pigeon – you can tell by the beak you know… (not really)
I was looking over a wall, it might have been the wall next to the steps up to the entrance of the National Gallery, and spotted this office worker (maybe not an office worker – see, no shirt and tie) below enjoying the sunshine on his lunch break. There were a few pigeons waddling around pecking at invisible snacks, but none was near enough to the chap to be in the picture – I stood leaning over the parapet for a few moments squinting down my eyepiece and waited – aha, there’s one! Click!…
I was really pleased with this picture, and I still am – serendipitous geometry! That sounds very arty doesn’t it, but this picture is all about angles… The chap’s right hand pointing horizontally out of the picture to the right, (look, he’s got his third finger down the slot in the seats, fingers always tend to seek out slots to go down…), the bird directly ‘above’ the hand, the bird angled to the left, the chap’s leg and newspaper angled to the right… the chap’s head at the same angle as the bird – the background of horizontal and vertical lines – at first glance you might think that the chap is lying down, with the bird clinging to a stone wall, but no… There is some nice stuff going on here! It’s a pity I didn’t quite get the back of his head in shot – that would have made it perfect – still, you can’t have everything, can you?…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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