a murpworkschrome blog
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. 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
5 Chairs against a shop window just begging to be sat upon. The scratched colours showing their age add a retro vibe.
30 June 2017
A window in a wall – the texture of flint and brick in the wooden frame conjures up some ancient game of Tetris, played out in the ancient town of Walsingham. Norfolk. East UK.
30 June 2017
All you need – captured in Norwich by The Birdcage. Both mu and myself captured in this so a ‘self portrait’ of sorts. Looking in but reflected out. Norwich Street. East UK.
29 June 2017
These steps seem to lead up to nowhere and the flat lighting lent itself to them. #photooftheday Warminster Street. South West UK.
27 June 2017