Bored self portrait
Scott in Glasgow
Bored self portrait
Scott in Glasgow
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The Glasgow Karl Marx
Punks
HAPPINESS!
clowns
soldier charity
Kenny Hyslop Drummer
I wish I could have more time to take the kind of photos I like. Sometimes I see faces or shapes in things that I think I would like to shoot, but more often than not I don’t have the time to wait and compose. Tomorrow I am going to spend my day looking at bric a brack shops in and around Glasgow. I will hopefully get some shots then.
Please don’t tear my head off. I like my head
These people scare me. At one point he looked at me when I was attempting a photo and his look wasn’t that of a friendly person in anyway. At one point I though he was going to clasp me over the head with that massive bible. Thank GOD he didn’t 🙂
Just round the corner people of an entirely different faith sit gazing down the street towards, but not at. the Christian preacher.
We went with my brother and my partner to a kids play area. The ceiling had lots of balloons filled with helium up agains’t it. I thought it was an odd sight
inverted
VW transporter
Care home Garnethill
Market trader The Barras
younger brother reflected
Nephew
Last remnants of The Barras slowly fading away
On an afternoon three days back when the rain was so heavy you had to stay indoors.
Had a walk around the West End with freelance journalist Andrew Davies Cole checking out some vintage shops en route
Not quite a west end close but a beautiful Glasgow stairwell.
A scene from the 1972 Jamaican crime film The Harder They Come recreated in the more calm surround of Hyndland in Glasgow
Foxes in the day light not scared of people. surely this can’t be a good thing to be so confident?
I recently took some photos of the Red Road flats. I took two cameras with me and shot them from many different angles. When we approached the first three building flat, we came across kids playing just in front of it upon spare ground. We learned that two of them were brothers and had came to Glasgow from Baghdad just after the American bombing of the city. We then learned that the third boy had came only recently from Libya with his family. Upon me asking what they all thought of Glasgow and their new homes, one of them replied to me saying he thought it was a beautiful place. I couldn’t help but feel sad. There he was on a piece of spare ground in the middle of these decaying monstrous structures and he was commenting on the beauty of the place. These are just a handful of the photos I took that day.