Just a few images for you to look through, to see what you take from them.
Just some things I found interesting, hope all is well with you in your part of the world.
A week up in the North of England, an evening stroll and a camera. Just a few shots from this set, all the time I have to get them ready. Tomorrow I head home, always a good direction to head in. At the end of this post, as it’s National Poetry Day, I have a short piece for you to read, let me know what you think.
It is always amazing how much things can change over a few minutes from oranges to blues and deepening into grey and black.
For National Poetry Day.
Being displaced, different,
I am North, an unknown.
I am a stranger.
Every word is a dislocation,
I am not of here,
of hills and dark walls,
of strange names.
Each night I sleep, wait
for the sun,
wait for my shadow to fall
behind me. To wait for one day.
and I am home.
Early on a Thursday morning I met with another photographer friend near Stroud for an early morning sunrise shoot on Crawley Hill. This is his neck of the woods so he chose the locations and led me round the places to see. I think it was a success, but that’s down to you the viewers really to decide, let me know what you think.
The hill itself is an old hill fort, and walking around the summit you can see why it was chosen, with great views all around, I can imagine in its day, with the trees cleared and possibly a wooden palisade surrounding it, it would be very imposing.
From the high view here we dropped down to the canalside, the quintessential English view as we strolled along after breakfast, thanks Keith :-). That’s where we’ll go next on our trip, so keep watching. And remember to enjoy the sights as the season turns to Autumn and the days shorten towards winter, my favourite time of year.
Finally got out for a weekend walk so I teamed up with my old friend Pete to head into the Cambrian Mountains. This is the first time in this area and it was pleasantly quiet, wild with overused paths hard to find. The weather forecast was for two clear days, but true to form Saturday didn’t turn out quite as expected. We started out as the morning showers condensed into a 3 hour steady rain. That’s hills for you, once it cleared it was fine, and we were already on our way so things would have needed to get much worse to turn us back.
Walking into the valley to find this lonely remnant, people for years farmed this land. Families grew and faded as life changed for everyone, and these small outposts lost their viability in the modern world.
I like to sleep out like this, listening to the sounds of the land around. The river running by and the wind in the trees, There was still a bit of cloud about, but we had some good views of the Milky Way and a single meteor crossing the sky. We set up camp, ate food and chatted till the sun went down, then settled in for the night. Another day in the mountains to follow.
After crossing the river (always fun) we headed up the slope, getting the benefit of opening views and the rising sun.
Given the views, North, South, East to the sea and West to England, it is a pleasant surprise to find it so quiet out there. A place we shall return to soon, to see if we can keep this wild space quiet. Until next time, get out and enjoy yourself.
I always have a strong affinity for London, I grew up South of the city in Eltham, going to school at Crown Woods Comprehensive. We did lots of trips in and around all parts, visiting markets and museums, travelling on the Red Buses, a great place to grow up. So now, although I don’t want to live there, I do enjoy going back. I feel very comfortable around its streets and still manage to find my way around. This trip was to meet up with friends from Belgium, to take time, walking, chatting drinking coffee and seeing a bit of the city. So here are a few shots taken over two days around Kings Cross, Covent Garden, Camden, and places in between.
I apologise for an image heavy post, but London is a big city. I love getting out and about in places, seeing some of the quieter corners. We visited the British Library this time, where they always have some sort of open show going on. Walking around and seeing manuscripts from Mozart, notes and drawings by Da Vinci. Maps, the Magna Carter, all priceless and free to go and see, nearby the statue and frieze in St Pancras is amazing. Go visit, it’s a great place.
It occurred to me while doing the tourist, and of course taking pictures of things that interest me, that we sometimes lose sight of why we came. Have friends with us, talking, strolling and stopping for food and drink took us on a slow stroll around some of the quieter places, and some of the busy places. But looking with fresh eyes at things we may not normally see. And to all the people, faces stuck to phone screens without peering around the corner, this is for you. But don’t feel too guilty because we all get lost in it sometimes.
There is no pause when you point and shoot,
and instead of looking, seeing,
imbibing a place, drinking in the soul
of the people as a photograph in a box,
on glass or celluloid once did,
now it is stretched so thin as to be seen through.
Click and shift, click and shift – Gone.
So many possible eyes, maybe millions, maybe none.
Still reaching, still stretching, every second
draws out the soul of the picture, colour fading,
names, places, tags and Instagram come and go.
Statistically placing a value to each view
to create a top ten list of pictures you must take
when you visit this city at this time, with this person.
So much lost space, paths no longer explored
untrodden corners to tarnished gems and silent seats.
Places to wait and let the sun cross the sky,
unpictured perhaps except in a dream,
a silent waking memory of a dream,
with a smile on a face seen through glass.