Bricks & Mortar (& plastic is seems) are under massive pressure from Online Shopping
Confronting isn’t it.
The face of change.
Luckily at 3 years of age my son is likely to be able to evolve but for many a high-street trader & large department store alike times are bleak. In fairness too son had only popped in to that cubbyhouse in Toys R Us for a nappy ‘act of nature’ but nonetheless I feel this picture encapsulates the plight of traditional retailing versus the growing behemoth that is Online. (Actually did I spell ‘popped’ correctly?)
It’s cheating right? I do own a SLR camera that I unleash from time to time. Trouble is that it weighs slightly more than my two year old child and when you have it tethered around your neck you tend to ‘fit … Continue reading →
Our next door neighbours are an elderly Greek couple in their late seventies. ‘Betty’ speaks a little english and ‘John’ none. Sadly Betty has had a series of health issues and now needs to be placed in a care facility. She won’t be returning home
That’s really sad as Betty & John’s favorite thing to do was to sit on their front porch watching the world go by. Well snooping mostly to be fair! They are lovely people & it’s sad to see John now continue that overseer tradition alone.
Then a tender moment – ‘a rose’.
Yesterday as my son and I passed their house John came down towards us gesticulating madly & speaking in Greek. Sadly I was at a loss due to the fact that he seemed not to be saying…
“…Athens, Athens, Athens.” (the only Greek word I know)
However it quickly became apparent what his (particularly wonderful) intentions were. Luckily I had my camera. See below 🙂
When it comes to photography I’m the wheezy kid who tries hard but ends up walking half way through the race. I am passionate – yes. I am skilled – um would love to be. I am dedicated – er have you tried lugging a SLR with two lenses around for long??
So recently I came home from a business trip to London via NYC. I did bust out the Canon for an afternoon or so but the beguiling allures of the West Village, the down right hipster-ness of Williamsburg and the cachet of the Meatpacking district meant that I wanted to lug a large camera and accessories around about as much as wearing a I heart Chechnya t-shirt outside the Kremlin.
So you now know that I pretty much just snapped away with my Android phone. For the gallery below I have processed many, not all, with a super amazing app called Pixlr-o-matic. It’s free and available for both Android & iPhone. A word of warning – there is every chance that you will become addicted.
OK I just noticed something. I have started sorting thru a cosy 18,000 photos or so dating back to 2007 in search of a good shot. I’ll let you know when I find one. But folks I have certainly detected one thing as I virtually sift through my iPhoto library.
I hate having photos taken of myself.
Ohh and doesn’t that just show.
There really is very little woo and a whole lot of wooden in the sampler of shots below. But believe me I could have embedded dozens of others just like these. How could I have imaged such a photo suite of shame & to think I’m in Marketing. Tisk, horror. Must work on my whadda bing! Worst of all is I do actually think to myself – OK yuck a photo so I’ll just slide my hands in my jeans pockets, yes that will look relaxed & street. Hmmm…
Goreme in Turkey. Tall, immovable & frozen in time. And behind me is a hill
Look what's on the menu in St Leon sur Vezere. Crap Saxette
Motionless, attached to the red earth for eons oh & Uluru. (Ayres Rock)
Forget my hands for a second. Why the hell have I got a scarf & a T Shirt on? West Scottish Highlands...
The worst of all. Poignant and scared shitless in equal measure. Even when shot from behind the hands find their sooky photo nest. Castle Stalker, Port Appin.