Dallahan - band photography

It was a dreich day, Auld Reekie, October. Photographer searches for folk band - by loose arrangement. The folk band are found in the bustling doorway of the railway station. There is smoke. Some of the band are missing, they wait, they smoke. On completion of the troop they move to the alley ways. Some get dressed on the stairs, others make lewd wise cracks and speak of nothing specific. After a time photography begins, posing on steps and yielding to passing jakies, tourists and locals, instruments make a brief appearance and are played like sketches on a coffee shop napkin. Instruments are stowed and they delve deeper into the darkness of edinburghs old town. The places they visit seem less royal than the mile to which they are attached, claustrophobic, steep & dirty. Strangers have unravelled here; it is certain. The weather clears somewhat, the troop go to meet their friend; the dog; a Japanese hatchback. They cram themselves in and head for a more salubrious neighbourhood. The photographer forgets it's name. It matters not. He knows where it is and what it looks like. There is further posing, the singer strides confidently, the river is high, they find a couch, a phonebox and a pleasing wall. They speak to passers on the bridge. A heron flies under it. Can you see the Heron, CAN YOU!http://www.dallahanmusic.com/