Photographs of worn stone sea wall at Watchet. They bear the appearance of Beehive honey comb.
Moving in close to the subject really picks up the textured detail of the sea worn wall.
Lychgate roof at St Peter and St Paul church in Longbridge Deverill, Wiltshire.
Lychgates are roofs over gates, used fore sheltering coffins in the rain, awaiting the arrival of the clergyman.
This is murpworks! mu + rp = works.
murpworks is the creative home of artist mu and writer rp. Together, we make up murpworks (as we go along). mu draws, paints, animates & builds, rp photographs, writes & tries to co-ordinate. There are a whole load of influences – many and varied.
The picture says everything we want it to.
There’s animation in the form of a Walk Cycle, there’s anonymity but also a knowingness, it’s nowhere and everywhere, it’s cluttered but there are clear forms, it’s black and white but appears colourful…
The black and white picture was taken in Warminster, South West UK. It’s location was more quixotic, rather than exotic.
Passage by St. John on the Wall with Conor Harrington Fencing Mural (Broad Street) – Bristol Street. South West UK.
Walking on a sunny day, I pass a shadow on the wall. I return, the shadow’s gone. I can return another day but the shadow will have changed. The angle of the sun will have moved, the leaf pattern from the tree will have changed because it will have grown. It will never be the same again. I like that.
Bristol Street. South West UK.
Bath Street. South West UK.
An empty street on old Bristol – by St John on the Wall Church, I pass this way each day.
I originally called this photo Building. In Street Photography you are told to ‘have people in it’ and ‘simplify the image’. In this one, I’ve done neither. There are no people in it and it’s complicated.
There’s a lot going on; the concrete fluting, the windows in the background, the trees, both in reflection in the windows and on the street to the right and then there are the shadows.
It may not be Street Photography but you can’t say there’s no visual interest 🙂
You can walk past a sign every working day and never notice it. Normally, I’m too busy getting from A to B but with starting from scratch and trying to put myself more into photography, I’m becoming more observant. I walk slower, I look up, I look around…
I saw this sign, bearing no relation to what is currently there. It has clung on, fading as time eats at its presence. There is the cliché ‘the patina of age’ that applies here but I think the Japanese have a better one; Wabi Sabi. I read it as perfection out of imperfection and there is a great article here at Utne.com