We constantly take pictures nowadays. Most of us do, unlike in the past. I do take many, mostly of places or sights, because I know they won't mind. However, I also like taking pictures of people taking pictures, like this one above, because it's often good fun. Here are two grandpas photographed with their unsuspecting grandaughter outside the parish church gate, right after her christening. The photographer is her auntie. One of the guests got in the picture as well.
Some time ago I saved this text about a famous American photographer, Walker Evans:
'Walker Evans once wrote a friend: "Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long." Evans’ insistence on staring as the main road to learning included making pictures of subway riders with a hidden camera, but he felt so guilty about being an unobserved observer that he withheld publication for years. This compunction still dogs many photographers but seldom stops them.'
Yesterday I chained my bicycle on the pavement and on leaving I saw a man who chained his dog next to it. The dog was gone when I returned.
By contrast the walled garden was pleasantly quiet.
It took a few attempts to photograph the dog without its human companions.
I enjoyed cycling east via Ealing Brodway feeling the sun on my back. Halted by the traffic lights I took the last picture.