Chris Pratt Photography
London, pretty much closed for business, it’s Oxford Street, Jim, but not as we know it. And as it turns out, the day of the Covid-19 lock-down – maybe this image will become famous…? I like the irony of the road markings, unless the Mayor had them painted the night before.
This is the second time I’ve seen a busker with a harp, the first time was in Buenos Aires – on a train, which I thought was a pretty good effort. This guy was in the Marais in Paris, he was getting some passing trade but the young lad on the scooter was particularly entranced […]
Arch Gallery Bridge Number 493 to be precise. Just one of the 988 bridges (well, each culvert and earthwork seems to count as a bridge) on the narrow gauge railway running from Kalka to the British Raj’s old summer capital of Shimla, 2,075m above sea level and 350 kilometres from Delhi – a world away. […]
Jodhpur, the famous blue city in the Thar Desert of Rajasthan; although I think it was probably a bit bluer twenty or more years ago – before new development and lax controls allowed people to replace old with new and blue with brown. Anyway, imagine my surprise when out early one morning looking for blue […]
Here is the seaside of my youth, Scarborough was the big glamorous town, a few miles up the coast from where Granny lived. The Lido, opened in 1915, was originally filled naturally by fresh sea water; in 2003 it was filled for the last time – filled-in with sand and rubble. Central government starves local […]
When I told people I was going to spend a week on the Leeds Liverpool Canal most of them looked at me gone-out; this was pretty much the reaction I expected, as it was my initial reaction when the trip was first mooted – sitting one sunny afternoon outside a country pub, obviously. But if […]
A mate of mine was racing his Caterham 7 at Goodwood, not the frenetic Revival or Festival of Speed but a club meet. A sprint, so only one car on the track at a time. What a great day out, no crowds, no queue for the burger van and easy access to the garages and […]
In 1988 I travelled from Bangkok to Nong Khai, on the banks of the Mekong River in Northern Thailand, on the strength of a rumour that the river crossing border to Laos and its capital Vientiane would open; we sat there for three lazy days and nothing happened. More than thirty years later and 25 […]
Out for the day around Brick Lane; doing a bit of teaching. These kids are good, so just the odd tip and a bit of banter is the order of the day. Still, not much time to myself and my eyes mostly on other things – but you need to show as well as tell, […]
Only thirty or so years ago but even then, in 1986, the fishing village of Tai O – on a far corner of Lantau Island – was a far cry from the burgeoning glass and concrete city centre of Hong Kong; just a few miles and a ferry or two away. I don’t know to […]
