Tuesday, 28 July 2015

A Year in Pictures – 27 and 28 July 2015 – Nada for Now

Dear readers and friends,
Although I have taken several hundred photographs over the last two days, they are for a private portraiture project and I am not able to share them with you.
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible!
Best wishes,
Me xx

In the meantime, here's something from my holiday in Germany last year.

Heiliger Georg
Berlin


Monday, 27 July 2015

A Year in Pictures – 26 July 2015 – Nerdery

Today I was checking that my lenses were focusing correctly by reference to the concentric circles visible on my laptop screen in this picture. It was all rather tedious. Added to which I realise that I don't understand how Adobe Lightroom is arranging my image files. It is the quest for improving my images that gets me through times like this. Deep breaths and plough on...


Sunday, 26 July 2015

A Year in Pictures – 25 July 2015 – Little Purple Flower

"Flowers…are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities of the world"
Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1844

Lobelia


Saturday, 25 July 2015

A Year in Pictures – 23 and 24 July 2015 – Music and Rain

On Thursday 23 July we celebrated St James's Day at St Katharine Cree in the City of London.

St Katharine Cree is a Guild Church, its territorial parish having been taken from it by the City of London (Guild Churches) Act 1952 and passed to St Helen Bishopsgate. However we continue to honour St James as well as St Katharine in recognition of the incorporation of the parish of St James Duke's Place into the parish of St Katharine Cree in the 19th century.

For the last few years, the Evensong in honour of St James has been followed by a party with live jazz in the churchyard, weather of course permitting. The band, called Fascinating Rhythm, includes me on percussion for this particular gig. Here are three of us, captured on camera during a number where my musical input was not needed. The female vocalist is, sadly, just out of shot.


On Friday, 24 July it rained during all the hours of daylight, the fall becoming particularly heavy in the afternoon—not conducive in the least to music in the open air.


Wednesday, 22 July 2015

A Year in Pictures – 21 and 22 July 2015 – The Joy of Commuting – Waterloo Station

One of the things that gives pleasure to commuting (no, I am not mad) is the way the glass in the roof of Waterloo Station diffuses light.


Morning light on Platforms 21 and 22 (originally part of the first London Eurostar terminal, the service later having been transferred to St Pancras International).

Evening light on Platform 17 as commuters race for seats on the 18:28 semi-fast service to Windsor & Eton.

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

A Year in Pictures – 18, 19 and 20 July 2015 – Small Stuff

I am going to switch Saturday and Sunday's images, as I would like the rose and agapanthus to appear first. These lovely flowers were brought by friends who were returning home to Canada from Italy via the UK and who dropped by for supper on the 18th July. The photo was taken on Sunday the 19th of July. Don't know about you, but I have always gone nuts (in a good way) for yellow and blue.


There is a wonderful electrical shop in Twickenham, where among many other things, you can find all sorts of lightbulbs. This is a replacement I bought there for one of the fittings in our glass cupboard – once in place the little fellow gave subtle light to the supper we enjoyed with our friends on Saturday 18 July. I hope the shop prospers for many years yet, maybe into the next generation if any sanity remains in the UK economy. Let's hear it for independent traders.


If you don't wish to endure an interminable rant, please don't ask me about the uneasy relationship between piano casters (these ones, to be specific) and carpet.


Saturday, 18 July 2015

A Year in Pictures – 17 July 2015 – Canary Wharf

For the first time in my life I have taken refreshment and had a meeting in Canary Wharf.

What a strange place it is: alienating and deeply impressive at the same time. It is, for all its massiveness, a microcosm—emblematic of what the British economy has increasingly become. Developed by an overseas-led consortium that went bust in short order and then was part of the new commercial entity that then bought and was itself taken over by another giant a few years later, it houses headquarters of some huge players in the finical world. It was once the heart of the Mediterranean and Canary Islands fruit trade into the massive Port of London, but now it deals not so much in the physical realities and tangible fleshiness of nourishment, but in the sophisticated metaphysics of bond trading, derivatives and upper-end wheeler-dealing.

This is far from being a perfect photograph, but I hope it conveys something of the scale and swagger of the place.