A gallery of pictures taken at Brompton cemetery, in London. I visited this Victorian cemetery a few weeks ago. A cold, cloudy with drizzle day. Very appropriate for the mood of the place. I enjoyed it. A very quite and peaceful place.
Such a great and inspiring photographer.
I saw an exhibition with some of his pictures, some time ago, in London, at the Photographer’s Gallery. Pictures of ordinary things, mundane scenes of his life and places, things that could pass inadvertently to anyone else but him. The proof that you don’t really need fancy trips to remote and exotic places to find beauty. Good weekend everyone! 🙂
Here goes another set of pictures I took some time ago, also in the summer of 2015. The weather was nice enough to do some visits to coastal places in Norfolk, a region here in England I like lots. This time was in Cley Next the Sea. I went there with a friend, and we walked a lot. I even felt I burnt my skin, a thing that rarely happens here in UK. We visited the marshes, the town, an old abandoned church. I’m not a believer myself, but I do enjoy taking pictures inside churches and similar places. The atmosphere, light, sense of peace and tranquillity… I don’t need to believe in anything to actually feel… something. I don’t need either to invent strange reasons or imaginary friends to explain these feelings. Of course, we ended in a pub, having a nice meal and some beers. Simple pleasures are the best ones… 🙂
A small set of pictures from Oxburg Hall, these ones taken last June, 2015. Is not very far from Cambridge, up north. I went here with my daughter and we enjoyed a lot this place. All these National Trust places have something to see. The pictures show a cloudy day, but that summer was one of the best ones I remember here. And not because the weather…
Just a small gallery of mobile pictures. These were taken in Cambridge, almost 2 years ago. Some parks I used to visit almost daily, the door to my small studio in Trumpington, a place full of memories. A pub called the Wrestlers, possibly the best Thai restaurant in Cambridge. A fish and chips van that was conveniently parked that night next to my place. A popular bar I went a few times for birthday celebrations and meetings with friends and colleagues. Some ice cream picture, of course. Another pub I used to go often with my daughter on Sundays. A beer on a table, I don’t remember where… Soon I will post a few more.
I think I’m going to start a black and white period of pictures. I love colour ones, but I feel like black and white is better suited these days. Black and white is less distracting, helping ease composition issues as pictures can become more abstract and schematic. Also perhaps it fits better with my current mood. Or the British weather, I don’t know…
Over a year ago, I wrote a post where I said that I was doing alright. It’s amazing how things can change so fast. Someone that was like my anchor to this place, or so I thought, decided suddenly to search for greener pastures in another (more sunny) country. Also, the company where I was working closed its doors, suddenly too, for unknown reasons. So there I was again, feeling alone, in a place I really didn’t like. A place haunted by memories. After that, I moved to London, I found a job in another studio here, and everything seems to be back on track, almost. London, for all its charm and (photo) opportunities, is proving its fame of being one of the most unfriendly cities of the world. It seems very difficult to connect with people here. That’s what feels to me, so far.
2016 ended (thanks, it was time already…), and for this 2017, I have no idea what to expect. I’m scared of expecting anything. If last year new year’s resolutions were full of plans and ideas for the future, this one will be just about licking my wounds, as they say here. Yeah, I know, it’s a very dramatic way of putting it, there are far more serious problems out there, but… Someone I used to know always said to me that everything happens for a reason. To be honest, I never believed in all that “the universe conspires to make me happy (or unhappy)” nonsense. It is, in my opinion, an irrational way of thinking. Pronoia is called, the opposite to paranoia. It’s also, a bit selfish way of thinking too, making it easier to avoid confrontation with the sometimes hard to deal reality. I’m sure the universe is busy with more important stuff, like burning helium in stars and throwing dust and gas into black holes. I am a more down to earth person, I guess. I’ll just keep taking pictures, reading, learning new things, doing my job the best I can, travelling with my daughter (my real anchor here, not an imaginary one) to places, etc… and see how it all goes. No plans ahead.
By the way, the picture for this post, completely unrelated to this rambling, was taken two weeks or so ago in London. In black and white looks more interesting to me. The colors for this 2017…