Fishpaste

I shot this man in Partick. And I got away with it too. I wasn't looking for photographs as hard as I might've. Being back in the city takes a bit of getting used, a recalibrating of the eye away from the seascapes and junk iron I usually shoot.

A warm day. I do miss cafes, but there is only so much coffee you can gulp down. I was also consuming newspapers about the ongoing Murdoch fall. Well maybe ...it may not be the end...it may not even be the beginning of the end but it may be the end of the beginning of the...nah, I've lost it. Churchill said something along the lines.