One thing I was looking for on this trip was back plates for additional images in my Word series, so I took lots of pictures of walls and architecture, not all so fascinating, but you may see them again if they do become backgrounds to future creations.
Another image from the same walk as the last several posts, in September 2009.
Another street image from a past September, 2009.
…gathering off Tenth Avenue in September, 2009.
September 2009, another tree and wall portrait.
Another picture from the September archive from 2009, this one a candidate for my series of Urban Tree Portraits.
I also shot a couple of still-lifes, reflected self portraits and other items along the way. Click any of the pictures below to see them bigger (clicking into the post or post title first, if that doesn’t work).
After returning to Nanjizal from near Land’s End we drove up to the disused Botallack (pronounced to rhyme with metallic) Mine, setting for both television versions of Poldark (although, later, we passed the actual Poldark Mine in the car). If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.
… rebuilt in the 1950s
Like many seaside towns, Margate has some slightly run down areas. Click any image to see all 3 enlarged.
Billed as the largest art space outside London, The Turner Contemporary (named for JMW Turner, the English landscape painter) was somewhat disappointing from the point of view of how much art there was to see. Here I’ve shown images that are mostly more about the space and the light than the exhibits. Click any image to see them all enlarged.
Click on any image to see them all full-size. Go back 2 posts for a discussion of places, spaces, and heterotopia.
I couldn’t quite get the angle I wanted for this one because of the shape of the courtyard, the elevations and the presence of lots of tourists. But, as with many other urban tree ‘portraits’ I’ve shown in the past, I was taken by the wall behind as a canvas for this solitary tree.
I met my classmate, Naoto, at the Centre for British Photography and we went to a bustling, crowded Chinese restaurant he knew where, after a wait, we were directed to a table on the 2nd floor (3rd floor to Americans) and I saw this out the window.
Photographing more traces, I found I’d left traces of myself.
A lovely wall, of many ages of brick and tile, in late afternoon, wintry sun.
And we’re back… if briefly perhaps.
I’m not sure this really fits with the haiku theme. Certainly there’s a sense of the season, and emptiness, but not really anything interesting enough. What was I thinking?