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Super gritty and contrasty. It has a good rough edge feel about it. I like the framing and the interaction between the two guys with hats is priceless.
Guy with large hat " Hey, whatdya a doing show up a over here with a you small cheap cap...i told a you we wear a nice hat today....CUT!" I only wish that perhaps the woman in the foreground and some of the others were looking at them...would have made it a bit more interesting.
Excellent Liban and it's action all over the place. Busy architecture looking out over a busy plaza with it's busy ground design.
Besides the main characters there is fun elsewhere and I love seeing the girl with the camera on the left. Lots of other groups around too.
Missing the lady's (who is delightfully in her own world) foot in the bottom corner is a little pity but not too serious.
Really enjoyable and seriously good.
I have a total lack of respect for anything connected with society, except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper, and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer. Brendan Behan
Liban I agree with Tom on the ladies foot, street photography isn't always about being perfect. Just making everything work. I like this one.
Oh yeah, your in box is full.
I am like Barney Fife, I have a gun but Andy makes me keep the bullet in my pocket..
All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers and portrayers, each another's audience.
Rush
This is good, life's stage, nice street capture!
Rule books are paper they will not cushion a sudden meeting of stone and metal. --Ernie Gann-- What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. --Oscar Wilde--