Some Prague street photography, if you like

Live from Heathrow, I gleefully just bought a Diet Coke and fresh fruit and used English in public. Y’all, I do not know if I could stand being in a foregin country for more than 10 days. That could derive from my sickness, but my rare illnesses tend to foreshadow agony and despair. Exhibit A: The first two times I went to UVA, I probably had a fever, and look what a bullet I have dodged by not going there.

Anyway, these are a few of my favorite shots from Prague containing a. people, and b. were either shot from the hip, or were hot reflexes at work.

I was trying to get a shot of…her from the front, but my Rebel decided that was the opportune moment to Error 99 me into woe, so I whipped around once the street cleared out, next to this French guy with a DSLR and got the mannequin and this couple. Mystery: Where is the guy who dragged the mannequin out there?

Like 30 seconds after this topless, chestpainted group of mixed company peace protestors drummed and sang their way by with a banner, this wedding procession shot out of nowhere.

These women were definitely British, definitely going somewhere nice, definitely did not get their heads in the frame. But I think it almost works better this way because you basically know all you need to know just looking at their clothes and hands, and the white dress and light pink shawl in contrast with the Old Battle Axe at right.

Just chilling in front of Starbucks waiting for the tram. Like you do. Sad story: J. Crew is probably trying to sell that sweater to a 25 year-old guy, and he’s probably buying it. RIGHT NOW.

And even though this isn’t QUITE all the way candid, this is just a good picture of John and Sarah, and I may as well put it up.