A dead flower head. The stem and leaf thinks it's in the peak of health, but the flower has crumpled into a shadow of its former self; like a deflated brown paper balloon. On some of these mornings, I know how it feels.
Category: Picture Post
The Leaving
It can't have been much more than four months ago when I took this photograph. We were on a boat about to leave Antigua. They were on another boat, also leaving Antigua. We waved to each other saying goodbye. Little did we know what we were saying goodbye to.
Hamburger Bar
Cleethorpes in the 1980s: out of season and tired. Back then, colour seemed as absent from the persona of this seaside town as meat did from the hamburgers at the burger bar. Everything looks a lot brighter these days; colour is back - long may it stay.
Shapes
I think this is York and I suspect this is a bit of York Minster in a contest with the gable ends for visual supremacy. The photograph must date from fairly late in my monochrome days - late eighties or even early nineties - and it demonstrates that nothing does shapes like a black and … Continue reading Shapes
It’s Raining, Reining In My Art
It's raining: not fit weather to be out taking photographs. What else is there to do in this locked-down world that to find some blossom and subject it to a high resolution scan?
Archetypically Yorkshire
A Yorkshire stone wall. Dry. Designed by a craftsman, not a committee. Solid. Coated in soot from generations of hard industry. Formed from layer after layer of grit.
Moss
Lockdown cabin fever has progressed so far that last week I found myself scanning a biscuit (it was a McVitie's Rich Tea Finger if that is of any interest). After that, things can only get better - so here is a scan of a lump of moss pulled from a stone wall.
Stone Face, Huddersfield
All the walking in this Lockdown Spring sunshine takes us down roads, so familiar, we have long since stopped looking. And then we notice something we must have passed a hundred times, and we see it for the first time. In this case, it was a magnificent stone face on Netheroyd Hill Road in Huddersfield.
Sheer Beauty
A stem of grass seeds plucked from the side of the road. Living within a quarter of a mile of one of the busiest motorways in the country, existing within inches of a noisy main road. Walked on, peed on, kicked, pinched and scattered. Sheer beauty.
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