A fitting close to our trip to Paris: a photo of bales of hay taken out the window of the EuroStar on the French side of the Channel.
We took a bus from the area of our hotel to the Gare du Nord to catch the EuroStar back to London. Click any of the images below to see them full-sized (you may need to click the post title first if you’re viewing this in an email or on social media).
We got home from Edinburgh on a Friday evening. Monday morning we set off for London and then on to Paris for a few days, where 25-years earlier we had celebrated our honeymoon.
from the train window, Edinburgh to London King’s Cross
Thus ends our trip to Scotland. Below, a few snaps of the train journey to London and then on to Farnham, either through or reflected in the train windows. Click any of them to see them full sized (you may need to click the post title first if that doesn’t work and you’re seeing this in an email or on social media).
The next day we took the train to North Berwick, a coastal town in East Lothian. Here are a couple shots taken from the train window.
From the window of the train from King’s Cross to Edinburgh Waverley.
We took the train from Antwerp back to Brussels where we boarded the EuroStar to St Pancras in London. Then a couple of tube rides later we caught the train from Waterloo back home to Farnham. (click images to see them larger.)
A shot grabbed at high speed from the train window taking us back from our day in Bruges to Brussels.
We took another train from Brussels to Ostend. It was a beautiful summer’s day and Ostend is a lovely beach town so things were packed.
The opposite window reflected in the train window on the ride back from Ghent to Brussels and the graffiti as we approached Brussels’ Midi-Zuid train station.
We did some more gallery-hopping a couple of Fridays ago and once again it was raining. The top image is at the same place as a similar image posted a week or two ago which we saw them erecting last time. It’s a billboard for Klarna, offering to let you stretch out your payments, the long orange stripe being a dachshund, more of a stretch as a metaphor than a series of extended payments to my mind.
We left Paris on the EuroStar at a dusky late afternoon.
Another shot of a window reflection of someone in another row of the train.
Train window reflection of the iPhone of whoever was sitting in the row ahead of me.
It’s been a busy week for travel. Friday we took the train to Waterloo, then the tube to St Pancras, the EuroStar to Paris, and 2 Metros and a short walk to the hotel for Paris Photo. Walked about 8 miles around Paris before the Expo opened Saturday afternoon then wandered through the glorious (exhaustive and exhausting) expanse of it, along the way picking up a copy of Justine Kurland’s Girl Pictures (the 2020 Aperture edition not the one at the link) and meeting her when she signed the book. Sunday walked another 8 miles around Paris including a stop at the Musée d’Art Moderne and the Zoe Leonard exhibit. Then took the 2 Metros back to Gare du Nord to get the EuroStar back to St Pancras, the tube to Paddington and the train to Bristol, then a short cab ride to the hotel for Monday’s collage workshop with Justine Kurland at the Martin Parr Foundation. The Workshop was an all day session with about 12 students. Justine was fantastic – very engaging, discursive, open, collaborative, erudite and discussions with her have really forced me to re-evaluate what I’m doing in photography and how I can better strive to achieve the level of artistic mastery that she displays in her work. In particular I think it is pushing me to start using film in medium or large format again and get serious about more deliberate photographic subjects. Martin Parr wandered in now and again and was truly charming, one of the few male photographers to reach out positively to Justine about her SCUMB Manifesto (which I had previously bought as a gift for my collaging daughter). In the evening she gave a talk to a packed house which walked through several of her projects and was again, insightful, engaging and inspiring.
The next morning the cab to the train station never arrived, the rain was dashing down as we trundled our suitcase to the bus stop, getting drenched, then sat in Bristol traffic and passed the train station where construction has closed the bus stop and walked back through the rain and puddles to Bristol’s Temple Meads train station, hustled to the ticket window to upgrade our tickets for an earlier train we needed to catch to Paddington. Then the tube to Waterloo and the train back to Farnham where, panting, I just made it to my lecture on Queer Theory. Alas, rain had seeped into one of our bags and badly damaged the cover of Girl Pictures although, at least, none of the pages or images seems to have been harmed.
All this by way of excuse for not posting. More pictures to process and post soon.
A Day trip to Farnham to see UCA (University for the Creative Arts). Once again, I slowed my shutter to gather motion-blurred images of the countryside.
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