My Mondrian window

sometimes life throws something special at me…I can be walking along, turn a corner and there it is …a thing of beauty, a simple yet breathtaking moment that leaves me fumbling with my camera , holding my breath and crossing my fingers  that the settings are correct 😉P1000120

street

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!street P1320641  P1330212 P1310741 P1300377aaaaaP1330207P1320657

finding beauty in the unexpected & many shades of grey

Maybe just seats to many people but when I saw this continuation and repetition of curves and lines it made my heart and sense of beauty happy.P1050450aaaxxxx

black box red bus

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 🙂P1020775

Gold – Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,  Her hardest hue to hold

Her early leaf’s a flower,  But only so an hour

Then leaf subsides to leaf,  So Eden sank to grief

So dawn goes down to day,  nothing gold can stay

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light

Circolombia  took my breath away with this exploration of movement, light, shadow and passion.
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“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

wild, exhilarating & nostalgic

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.wild waves P1040854aaaaa

a favourite place

P1330348a P1330350aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasometimes the best place to be is on the beach in Blackpool…long walks on the hard sand near the surf & then hunkering down or laying flat to catch the legs and splashes of the holiday makers and families enjoying the sunshineBeachP1340244P1340455P1340705P1340226

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