Seems like if you don’t photograph yourself somewhere, then the place, or maybe you, don’t exist. Almost everyone I saw in Times Square was busy photographing or videoing themselves, so they could prove to their followers that they’d been.
We went to see the Zurbarà n exhibit at the National Gallery, which featured quite a few crucifixions in deep chiaroscuro. I was curious to see this detail, the shadow cast by the nails in Christ’s feet tell us the time was 3 o’clock, the biblically recorded time of the event.
We took the train into Victoria, then made the mistake of walking to the National Gallery past Buckingham Palace just as the changing of the guard was set to begin. We were penned in and were allowed to go neither forward nor backward for about 20 minutes, stuck in a crowd of tourists with volunteers warning of pickpockets. But, of course, nothing can be said to have happened unless it’s been captured on a phone.
A view through Afloat, commonly known as the Doughnut, in Brighton.
The i360 is located where the entrance to the old West Pier used to be and there is a replica of that entrance above. Looking out the café and gift shop window one looks straight at the ruins of West Pier.
This was the goal of our ramble. We stopped for refreshment near the tree line, then made our way back down.
Back in April we took a walk with the Brighton Ramblers from Steyning town up to the Chanctonbury Ring, and unbeknownst to me I was recording images on chip 2 of my camera, where the next few days’ images remained until being discovered a couple of weeks ago,
Had to smile when I saw this, thinking of Martin Parr’s famous book.
