He occupies the corner of Red Lion square, with his bag of bread a magnet for the steely flocks of pigeon. A large, black man, barely visible under thick layers, with a wooly hat pulled down hard, and soon almost lost from view under a welter of feather and feeding. I walk the other way so as not to disturb the communion but then he vanishes as my back is turned, leaving only the faded polish of his seat and wide-spread footprints, outlined in crumbs.
breadcrumb footprints – ‘old postcard’ spe effect
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Very nice shot. I evokes certain feelings, but can’t quite put my finger on what they are … not sure if that makes any sense. I like it.
the best images are those you can write your own story to
Your picture stopped me in my tracks (internet playing) yesterday. The kind of picture that leads to 1000 words. Thanks so much. – Lynn
you could make a good story out of footprints Lynn