Sunday in sunshine along the Thames. Geoff Dann and I parked not far from the Prospect of Whitby pub and strolled around talking and taking photos of anything that merited attention. Although cold, it was far from bitter, and the sunshine and the exercise made the temperature of no concern.
Although I had my full complement of lenses, every shot I took was using the one lens – a Tamron 90mm Macro, just occasionally I would have liked to change, but most times I got what I needed by moving forward or back. I took a series of images of the lifting tackle on various wharves, all of which were generally picked out in colour.
Although it was a sculpture of a seagull, one statue was a reminder of the Panto I had just visited to celebrate a friend's 60th birthday only the night before, so I just had to somehow get a shot of that! Then there was the giant pair of boots, and my namesake embedded in pavers, a great ironwork representation of Tower Bridge, another photographer taking her photos, popping out from behind a series of arches, the paranoid display of Chubb padlocks, and the noose reminding us of harsher times on the river.
I had learnt of a friend's son working with a co-operative building a mooring for some twenty three old style river craft, and once we had found its location we spotted a girl called Fiona who has a berth for a refurbished and exquisitely maintained Thames barge upon which she, her husband and two-year-old live, and she invited us aboard. It was like a Tardis, with beautifully curved rooms at either end and in the centre of the open plan area stood the woodburning fire. I left a card for Matt Fisher who is building the roof of the Mooring Attendant's office and common ablutions area, and we set off back to the car with the light failing and I got a second shot of the Prospect of Whitby, now glowing in the dusk.
Although I had my full complement of lenses, every shot I took was using the one lens – a Tamron 90mm Macro, just occasionally I would have liked to change, but most times I got what I needed by moving forward or back. I took a series of images of the lifting tackle on various wharves, all of which were generally picked out in colour.
Although it was a sculpture of a seagull, one statue was a reminder of the Panto I had just visited to celebrate a friend's 60th birthday only the night before, so I just had to somehow get a shot of that! Then there was the giant pair of boots, and my namesake embedded in pavers, a great ironwork representation of Tower Bridge, another photographer taking her photos, popping out from behind a series of arches, the paranoid display of Chubb padlocks, and the noose reminding us of harsher times on the river.
I had learnt of a friend's son working with a co-operative building a mooring for some twenty three old style river craft, and once we had found its location we spotted a girl called Fiona who has a berth for a refurbished and exquisitely maintained Thames barge upon which she, her husband and two-year-old live, and she invited us aboard. It was like a Tardis, with beautifully curved rooms at either end and in the centre of the open plan area stood the woodburning fire. I left a card for Matt Fisher who is building the roof of the Mooring Attendant's office and common ablutions area, and we set off back to the car with the light failing and I got a second shot of the Prospect of Whitby, now glowing in the dusk.
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