So today was a “me” day. I had planned in my intentions and was jolly well out to achieve them.
Having a day off work and I wanted to take the time and stealth my way through the crowds of Nantwich happily snapping interesting people going about their business.
The weather was some what predictable. Warm and golden, bright at 6am only to be presented by rain and wind three hours later, which was the time I made it to town.
The weather in mind gave me ideas of wonderous reflection shots of grumpy shoppers dodging high street puddles and with market day ahead I was expecting a fairly top shoot.
To my dismay town was dead……. I was rather pipped at the lack of people. In fact it was easy to count the crowd. I hoped that every corner of our little Tudor town I strolled would present me with a flush of hurried strangers with bags in hand. Sadly I was in dissolution.
This made my planned day somewhat bland. With no one around and the few that were seeing me a mile off, I did my best with what I had.
After two hours of standing around in a ghost town I sort refuse in a coffee shop. Being British I ordered a pot of tea and made my way with tray and china to find a seat.
It was in my seated position that most of my photography for the day was caught. Sneaking my camera into position and carefully taking a photo without being scene.
The UK has laws about street photography. It is okay to shoot in a public place but to shoot inside is frowned upon. In many cases it is just not very English.
A lovely couple having brunch amused me with their converse. Reading from rag mag newspapers to the sophisticated financials they carefully updated each other on events whilst not listening to the latter.
I had already been caught out twice in the coffee shop and decided to head home when I spotted this man. He was looking at the Tudor architecture when I walked by. I liked his hat. The classic straw style that you might use when potting in the garden or drunk at a festival. It looked cool sitting proudly on his head.
Taking a terrible shot before I decided to brave the moment and get in very close to him. No more than two arms lengths between us I waited until he caught my lens and took the shot.
With his white beard and spy like glasses he held an air of mystery with hands in pockets.
Of course I looked back after and smiled. I like to think he was wondering what I was taking picture of and the courage in me after felt good. I had succeeded on what was a very bad day of shooting.
(Shot using a Fujifilm X20 in Aperture Priority around F5 -F10 at ISO 1600 & in RAW, edited in Photoshop)