I love people. I love watching them, I love hearing them and I certainly love photographing them. I can spend day after day just standing in a city centre or wandering the streets and wondering what people are doing, where they are going and often why on earth did they decide to go out wearing that outfit!
There are few things more traditionally English than red double decker buses and red BT phone boxes. However in the 1980s BT sold off a number of the red phone boxes to another phone company, the company re installed them…the one here is near Leicester Sq…but painted them black. They havent changed the colour of the buses though and so this post is dedicated to all things English 🙂
“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars – to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording – all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”
Sylvia Plath~ 1932-1963
A walk along the promenade in Blackpool at high tide is always fabulous but when the tide is high and wild it’s absolutely breathtaking. It makes me want to throw open my arms wide and scream in to the wind and much to the surprise of other walkers I frequently do. The sound smell and even the taste is so familiar and takes me back to times walking with my grandmother who would always warn us about getting wet or even worse getting swept away by waves but it never stopped her enjoying the sea and I know the danger of it all only makes it more exciting.