Marc Provins

I'm quietly pleased and rather surprised that I've managed to maintain this blog for so long, it has become my visual diary, a constant in my life and an archive of my picture making over the last few years. Sometimes I can find words to accompany the photographs, sometimes not.  So today some quiet images from my friend's apartment, my home for the last six days, which was calming and inspiring in equal measures.  Thank you so much for looking in and please keep returning. Best wishes, Marc

From multi storey car parks to duck eggs in a day... I couldn't resist documenting the simple beauty of these eggs as the colour was so delicate and so different to a chicken's egg. I like circles within squares too so visually everything worked for me. I've mentioned before how concrete makes me think of Basildon where I was born, well the next chapter of my early life was in rural Gloucestershire where my parents were attempting to live off the land. We had goats, chickens and yes ducks, well one duck and one drake. They had a lovely gentle nature and seemed very content with their lot sticking together like an old married couple. It's been a long time since I've eaten duck eggs and the only reason I did was due to a super reduced price in the supermarket. This is where the blog title comes from; In our local Booths they use yolk coloured labels to mark down the reduced produce, my partner describes the excited state you enter on searching th...