​Minaret of a mosque somewhere in Oman.

​A re-enactment of the human chess game from 'Checkmate', a scene from the 9th episode of the 1960s surreal British cult TV drama series, 'The Prisoner'. Photographed at the 50th anniversary celebrations at Portmeirion in April. More of my images from the celebrations can be found here

​Candid street photography from Mutrah.

​Number Six: Where am I?
Number Two: In the Village.
Number Six: What do you want?
Number Two: Information.
Number Six: Whose side are you on?
Number Two: That would be telling. We want information.......information.......information.
Number Six: You won't get it.
Number Two: By hook or by crook, we will.
Number Six: Who are you?
Number Two: The new Number Two.
Number Six: Who is Number One?
Number Two: You are Number Six.
Number Six: I am not a number! I am a free man!
Number Two: [laughs]
Number Six: I will not make any deals with you. I've resigned. I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered! My life is my own!
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If none of the above makes any sense to you, you are definitely not an aficionado of the British 1960s surreal cult TV series 'The Prisoner'. For those who do understand what this all about this image was captured in April 2017 in the village of Portmeirion, Gwynedd, Wales (where the series was filmed), on the 50th anniversary of the first episode, including a re-enactment of the second episode. The rest of the images from that day can be viewed here. 

​Mosque minaret somewhere in Oman. For more of my images of Omani mosques go here

​A man of balloons spotted in Essaouira.

​Three windows of a house in Old Muscat.

​Mosque minaret. More images of Omani religious architecture can be found here 

​Foz do Douro, where the Douro River meets the Atlantic Ocean.

​Detail from a building in the grounds of Al Alam Palace in Old Muscat.

​Detail from Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque, Sohar.

​About half a dozen of these guys go from café to café in Essaouira every day playing the same few tunes and then pass a hollow drum around, hopefully to be filled with money. The notion comes easily that they're only able to play a handful of songs. Every year in May, Essaouira hosts a festival of gnawa and other African music on a stage in the main square. Though I've been to this town several times over three decades, I've never made it to the festival. However, I was fortunate enough to be shown some images of performances over the years by a local photographer and was surprised to see some of these street musicians playing alongside some of the featured artists on the main stage. It must be a hell of a comedown to play centre stage for a few days a year and then have to return to itinerant busking for a few coins.