No reason other than I like the absence of advertising..
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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 capture the image that was calling to you through the window. The table, those legs, the red benches, the repeated red slats on the benches, the glass window, everything perfect, everything so clean and quiet but it was the salt cellar and the vinegar bottle that brought it all together for me.
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 in to the room and sits at a table ruining the loneliness. Still, the feeling was there and so I took the shot, mumbling to self about low light, dodging passersby and trying not to get a self portrait in the reflection but happily it all seemed to work. Maybe not everyone’s ‘cup of tea’ but I really do like it and it’s looking like yellow leatherette could be a contender for favorite greasy spoon decor. “Red leather Yellow Leather Red Leather Yellow…..
Saw this memory on a wall down a back street on the backside of Blackpool and it made me stop…something somewhere in the back of my mind but I cant remember what. So frustrating when you see something that’s a link to something else, it could just be another photo from another photographer but there’s a memory there somewhere. And I liked it .
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 torn sheer drape are what makes me really believe art is everywhere and everything is photographable.
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 my mind.