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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
All kinds…
Leaving work, walking to catch the train and passing Bright Yellow Flowers, by  an old, derelict church. Sometimes the brightness just grabs you.
An arch, with a Far Eastern feel to it, in the centre of Warminster. It is like a Torii to nowhere. Or maybe by contemplating nowhere, we may end up somewhere. South West UK.
At the beach, at the Norfolk coast. Chanced upon things…
In the Sand
Heart Stone in the Sand
Steps in the Sand
Wall in the Sand
Just along from Sea Palling, there is unspoilt solitude. A beach, hidden from the flatlands by dune.
All in all, it”s just another, tap in the wall. Sat outside, enjoying coffee ‘on tap’ at Bread Source in Upper St Giles, Norwich. I can recommend the place without reservation – loved the cinnamon bun.
01 July 2017
Sometimes there’s a motorcycle and a balloon. The motorcycle happens to be maroon and the balloon happens to be red. The banality of it compels you to photograph it. The balloon will pop, the motorcycle will be ridden away and this scene will never exactly be seen again.
01 July 2017
When I’m in Norwich with mu (visiting our daughter) we walk into town across this bridge. Â It takes us across Grapes Hill. I’m not a big fan of heights but I can handle this. It’s busy, there’s always lots of traffic, it’s very dynamic but this bridge throws you over all that, with its gentle curve. It spans the main road (which would be a nightmare to cross) and bridges the ‘setting off into town’ with the ‘arriving into town’. once across, you’re walking down Upper St Giles Street, which is independent shops selling art, bread, coffee and clothes. I love that street. It’s the bridge that gets me there. Its no Oresund but then again, I certainly don’t want to find a body in the dead middle…
01 July 2017
St John the Baptist Cathedral, Norwich. An impressive, massive monolith of stone, softened by night lights. I love the warm glow of this night, making it a more welcoming place.
30 June 2017
The walk home, as the drizzle coats the cobbles.
30 June 2017