Blue Canvas Shoes

Photographing in the Forbidden City.

Thanks for viewing.

Great capture, great light and composition, wishing you all of the best.

Szia Tibi,

Good snap. the enchanced colors make the sobjects stand out and makes it all the more interesting. The little chap taking the picture, looks funny.

Erdekes es komikus kep.

And a type of image close to my heart.

All the best to you

Peter Blum 

Thanks, Rashed for the kind words.

Szia Peter!

You are right, I did a bit of PP work to get the figures stand out. Regarding the kind of picture this is, well at some point you want something else than the tourist post-cards. Thanks for the visit.

Very good capture and colors!

I find the humour element of the photograph amusing and refreshing, but I think street photography doesn't really get the credit it should, it's so much harder than it looks to get an interesting shot like this.

Well done Tibi!

Regards

Alf

Glauco,

     I'm glad you like it.

Alf,

   You are right, it is easier for me to shoot flowers and bugs. But I started to enjoy taking this type of pictures and is not that reason enough to take them?

Tibi... Great catch.  The incongruous mixture of traditional robes and modern athletic shoes is always amusing and the little guy in yellow is perfect.  With his freshly shaved head, the (assumed) parents travel bags, and the location, perhaps he is just beginning his training to be a monk.

Regardless, the hallmark of a good street shot is the many story lines possible and the ability of the shot to raise questions.  This certainly works.... Mike

Michael,

Thanks for the kind comment. Its tells about the ways we see photographs (and of course it is good we see them this way) is an interaction of the content of the photograph with the personal background of the viewer. If a shot is able to trigger such a dialog, it was worth taking. For me, the blue canvas shoes (of the brown robed monk and of the girl in the background), bring up memories of the made in China blue canvas sport shoes I had as a child in eastern Europe. I seem even to remember how they smell...