It has been over a year since I started this blog and many months since I lasted posted anything. No boring details to add other than life happening and my mind evolving just like anyone else. During this time I have often wondered why I must learn everything the hard way. But I realise I am not the only one. In fact, I’m not sure if anything worth learning is ever easy. Photography is the most recent example for me. I started this blog to enable me to learn photography in a practical way. It has totally changed how I feel about taking photos and how I actually take photos. Months ago, I decided to switch to film. I have really struggled to get any decent results. The process is slow and I am only beginning to understand how to work film cameras. Below are some of my recent photos annotated with the lesson I learnt from taking them.
Here you get the Edwardian Police Station reflecting on its much younger commercial neighbour, Smithfield House.
As I snapped this quiet grey building, I was reminded of many other underused buildings. It’s a shame, especially in the current financial climate, that we are not getting the full value of our assets as a city. Of course, I’m really talking about my beloved library (again).
My meditations were soon interrupted by these chaps indicating that they wanted a photo.
Conclusion: Brummies are great and we should make the best use of what we have.
A hot tip from a savvy source led me to Columbia Road Flower Market and Shops. Despite getting there relatively early in the morning, the place was heaving with families, joggers, hipsters and floral entrepreneurs. “This is London” I was told, “there’s no such thing as a secret here, not even on a Sunday”.
It took me two circuits, but on the second I pulled out my camera and started snapping. I hope you get a hint of how lovely it is to be on Columbia Road.
I eventually decided to follow what looked like a vague procession and found myself on Brick Lane where there was even more colour and even more life.
In one corner I found a stall where the owner had created a mixed-media mosaic from plastic toys, crockery and decorations. His partner told me that she had no clue what it all meant. The artist/owner is a quiet man who kindly agreed to these photographs.
Conclusion: People Make Places
I hope you enjoyed this post. My smile was as big as the cat below (minus any hint of his grimace) thanks to my savvy guide, one DW.
This is an action shot of what scaffolding does. Don’t worry, I learned this a very long time ago, and I realise that it is a bland fact. However, as I walked to the shop that I did not buy my new camera from, I was drawn to the billowing fabric covering a large corporate building. Eventually I realised that it was the exact spot where I had photographed the faded turquoise scaffolding months ago. It had fulfilled its destiny, also known as its function.
With frozen fingers I clicked attempting to capture the movement, the colour and the things evoked in my mind. I saw fake oceans, of the kind you see in school plays, and a building hiding til it was ready to be seen. I also tried hard to ignore the heat of the stares piercing through my peripheral vision.
This is what I got today, I enjoyed looking at it. If you click on the image you see what holds it together.
Happy New Year.