Taking only photographs – leaving only footprints
Taken at Alnmouth harbour in Northumberland on the north east coast of England this very old boat had it seems been left out in the sun for a few too many years. This is the hull and although I don’t remember seeing it on my last visit to this part of the world in 2009, it was probably there but I simply didn’t see it. It caught my eye on this year’s trip due to the texture and the way that the paint was curling.
Sometimes we look forward to seeing a famous landmark or building in a new town (particularly when travelling) only to find that it is covered in construction workers, usually using ugly scaffolding to get access and at the same time masking what we came to see (or in my case photograph). This was the case with the image below of the River Avon at Bath with the Empire Hotel. In my opinion this would have been a lovely photograph if it wasn’t spoilt by the scaffolding. Taken at sunset the sun is highlighting the side of the hotel with the most scaffolding (typical right?). Rather than delete the photograph I decided to keep it and in addition zoom my lens into 200mm and focus on the highlighting scaffolding for the above pattern picture.
Walking through the city centre of Bath early one morning I stopped at this window display of Whirly Pop Lollipops in a sweet shop on Westgate Street. The bright colours and retro look of these lollies made me take a second look and I thought that it could make an interesting pattern photograph. As you can see they all have a similar pattern, but do come in more than one size. I remember seeing them a lot more in sweet shops as a child, but I don’t remember ever having tried one.
Craster is in my opinion one of the most picturesque harbours in England. I have taken many photographs of rope over the years but have never worked out why! Maybe it has something to do with ageing, that being by the sea, in and out of salt water gives them a certain unique look? Whatever the reason behind this close up, I know that the texture of the rope looks great in black and white. I didn’t go to Craster with a rope photograph in mind, but as soon as the sunlight hit this pile of old ropes I knew I had to try to capture a photograph of it.