
Hands Down









Had to smile when I saw this, thinking of Martin Parr’s famous book.


Update, 7 September- Previously published as The Shed – my mistake!
Some shed. First time I’ve been to this portion of Hudson Yards, leading directly off the High Line.

From 2006.


Just found these 2 images lingering on the chip in an older camera. The interaction of sunlight with this building at the end of our street in Brighton, housing the Department of Work and Pensions and a Job Centre (most of whose workers seemed to spend a lot of their time taking smoke breaks directly under our windows), often stuck me as offering photographic possibilities, though I never captured them.

This is one of the ceilings in the main public library on 42nd Street and Fifth Avenue. Remarkably for one who’s lived in NY for over 60 years, and whose birth was announced in the library’s employee newsletter, I’d never been inside before doing some research a week or so ago in the Division of Art, Prints and Photographs.


I posted pictures already from our day visiting inside the Royal Pavilion but it wasn’t till some days later that I happened to have this outside view from the Old Steine.



West Pier again, this time on a day when the haze almost erased the horizon, obscuring the boundary between the sea and sky.




The Royal Pavilion filled us with conflicting feelings: on the one hand it was gorgeous, ornate, beautiful, rococo, inspiring beauty; on the other its luxury and opulence were disgusting condemnations of the inequity in human societies.




