Sometimes, oftentimes, especially on this wonderful coast, the light of the spring sunset hits just right, catching the windows of deserted hotels and lighting the walls of their empty spaces. Closed and shuttered now, the ghosts of spring times past walk empty breakfast rooms.
No reason other than I like the absence of advertising..
When passing a window and something makes you stop and view the scene before you, you then have to convince the owner of the closed diner to open the doors and let you in for 5 minutes, you’ll be quick, really quick you promise him, you just have to get in and try to captureContinue reading “Salt & Vinegar”
One of those moments when was walking along a busy main road about 9 at night and saw this image through a hotel bar window. It’s one of those scenes that I have no idea why I like it or why I have this mad feeling of having to capture it before someone walks inContinue reading “The Loneliness of the Hotel Bar”
Overheard conversation about the beautiful endless grey light we often find on the prom in Blackpool, the cool damp fog creating a colorless wall making it hard to define where the sky ends and the sea starts…or as a friend called it ‘The Horizon Mislaid’
Out and about in Manchester at weekend and looking for one thing found something else.. The bright pink of the walls and ghostly torn drapes made me stop and exhale a sigh of sheer happiness and excitement. How could I not? Well you would too wouldn’t you? This wall, these windows and the fabulous tornContinue reading “Drapes”
Red leatherette seats in Preston Railway Station, caught from platform 4 just before the Glasgow to Manchester train rolled in to the station.
More meanderings around back streets and I happened upon this distinctive mark clearly indicating the identity of where I was. A characteristic sign reflected in the windows of yet another closed shop.
The chances of finding a pink plastic tricycle left abandoned in front of a pink wall are remote but find one I did on the backstreets of the backside of Blackpool. Once again the town surprises me with it’s treasures or maybe it’s just me that sees art in the everyday.
Anyone that knows me will know I have a thing about angles, lines and repetition so yesterday when I was in St Annes I was drawn once again to the fencing on the beach huts.. I find the linear perspective so satisfying, bringing order, albeit very briefly, to the chaotic thoughts and plans in myContinue reading “lines lines & more lines”