There’s been a distinct lack of people in my work of late, since becoming so intent with capturing the last days of autumn. November’s snow is one of the earliest on records, and to think we still had snow back in April makes me shiver. I delved way back into the archives to capture a winter image free of the white stuff.
This picture speaks for itself. Cosy warm pub filled with idle gossip. Remember when smoking was allowed in the pub? I’m always trying to capture a little of Norman Cornish in my life studies, looking for everyday people going about nothing much.
I really like the way this gents trousers ride high above his belt.
Again, small details observed and banked.