The steps upto a door is a re-visit of a photograph I took last year
I always see steps leading upto somewhere rather than down-from.
A Little Bit of Le Corbusier
These are in the Three Horseshoes Walk precinct in Warminster, Wiltshire. They are very utilitarian and unadorned, they conjure up thoughts of Le Corbusier, passing through and thinking “That wall’s a bit bare, I could spruce it up a bit. I know, a series of steps…”. He then moved on to some big commission for an important client, in some perfect setting, feeling like he’d put something back into the community.
When seen in context, below it looks as if you could pick them up and move them or even some kind of plain Trompe L’oeil…
I took this photograph in Bradford-on-Avon Tithe Barn on 16 December 2017 and even though it was during the day, it was dark. Movement, coupled with lack of light produced the above image.
The Tithe barn backs onto the Kennett and Avon Canal and it was against the wall that runs around the barn. It was on the towpath side that the Floating Christmas Market was held (see my Tales from the Bilge blog post).
Less of a Mistake
The actual photo I was trying to get looked more like this
However, I think the following Black & White image captures the feel of the place on the day best. I love the sword-shaped window, hanging Damoclean against the far wall.
William Henry Fox Talbot created the earliest known surviving negative of a window at Lacock Abbey. This photo is in homage to him. The Abbey was also used as location for Hogwarts in two of the Harry Potter films.
Bath. The City of mellow stone, an air of respectability and people who want to promenade in their finest. The colour of the stone and the buildings it graces, almost makes you want to spend money. Carved columns become the norm in this Palladian playground and you can’t help but photograph them.
I really wanted to render this image in black and white and I’m sure it would have looked good, displaying subtle graduations in tone. However, it would have lost something. It would have lost the warmth. The stone captures the sun and then only slowly lets its warmth ooze back out.
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 🙂
When I’m in Norwich with mu (visiting our daughter) we walk into town across this bridge. 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…