Monday, 28 February 2011
Sunday, 27 February 2011
The sun is out and Spring really is in the air (within 200 square meters I counted 8 photographers).
Looking west from the escarpment at Richmond Park we get a clear view of Ham House beside the river. When the trees are in leaf it will be almost invisible except to those who know where to look, and for what.
Saturday, 26 February 2011
The Six Nations - today England beat France at Twickenham, the home of Rugby. 17 - 9 for England but it was not "a walk in the park" for the winners. France are superb at rugby, and so are England - and in this game both sides were well matched. The French are a bit off form at the moment and were most likely to loose. But England, who are on form, made some sloppy mistakes. When playing France at rugby a mistake usually costs you the whole game. This was, as always when England meets France, an exciting match. Tonight Richmond town centre will be full of celebrating fans and downcast Froggies.
The photo? I almost forgot it: walking in Richmond Park alongside the snow drops and the catkins. (From here you can see the huge Twickenham stadium and although it's a couple of miles away you can hear the roar of the crowd.)
Friday, 25 February 2011
Once a royal hunting park where deer roamed, the "Old Deer Park" car park has few charms. On the other hand, it does have a strange atmosphere as a piece of "Urban-Techno" art about it - at least, that is how it is at night. It conveys a strangely comfortable feeling of "cosy alienation". It somehow says "Yes, this is home. Like me or loathe me, I'm yours". I really have tried to do my best with it.
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Monday, 21 February 2011
January 31st, late afternoon, view from the Kitchen Garden, Ham House, looking West. For once the sun had shone and the sky had been a beautiful soft blue all day, with a whisp of cloud. The low sun cast a pinkish orange glow and the whispy clouds and the remnants of blue did the rest. The temperature was mild - unusually mild for the time of year.
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Returning from the brilliant sun and warmth of winter in Oman I have been wondering what on earth to do next. As the archive builds up it will be nice to try to document the transition from a nasty Winter towards Spring. So we can start here with "Crossing over". There is a hint of the damp asphalt after rain, and the ravages of winter can be seen already on the bad road surface. Given the sad state of the public purse, lack of cash and cuts in expenditure that damaged surface is likely to be there for a while, and will get worse before it is repaired.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
The late Victorian Terrace.......there are millions of houses in streets like this all over England. The remarkable thing (for me, at least) is the attention to pretty details. In one sense the rows and rows of little boxes all close together are a bit scary, but look at the pretty details. "Elegant Living" for the masses, decency and church on Sundays: imperial confidence.
Monday, 7 February 2011
A small alleyway in Kalbuh. Being English I am naturally overwhelmed and delighted by the play of the sunlight; it's what we see and like about the towns and sights in Italy and the Cote d'Azur, France. Kalbuh is a tiny little enclave close to Mutrah, the main harbour area of Muscat. It's a strange little spot - it's nothing but a few houses, but, for me at any rate, it has an overwhelming charm and quietness with a view to the sea. It's worth clicking on the photo to enlarge it and then just letting your eyes roam over some of the little details.
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Midday in Muscat 25 degrees v Midday in Kingston 2.5 degrees. The melancholy of the winter walk in an English town. Grey, quiet, the thronging and popular in Summer shut down chairs stacked and windows blank and empty in winter. The warm coats, the hats, the socks and boots. Thinking of getting home, lighting the fire and toasting crumpets and making hot tea.