Due to present circumstances like many people I’m not doing any travelling, well not in the physical sense. I am though getting out and about through my photo files. Editing them is an ongoing task but the upside is that I often come across the forgotten gems, the shots that have been lost for a while in the undercurrents and eddies while the new images flow past.
Down by the Pier Head on Mann Island sits the headquarters of RIBA North, The Royal Institute of British Architects. The building is a brooding mass of black glass and angularity, a Bond villain lair by the Mersey.
I’m a great fan of market towns, for me they always have an extra buzz about them. I’ve been looking through my photofiles, a form of travel where I don’t have to worry about masks or social distancing and I came across this shot of a millennium clock.
There’s something about a market. The liveliness, colours in the produce for sale, the human too-ing and fro-ing etc. Taken together these all give a photographer opportunities to observe and catch with a discreet press of a shutter button.
Anyone who has had the stamina to wander through the ramblings in this blog will know that regular themes and places turn up. One of the places is Southport on the Lancashire coast. For me it’s easy to get to place and useful for blowing away the mind fogs that settle from time to time and lead the idea ships onto the rocks.
Sometime you know that you just have to get out of the house, no matter what chores are calling out to be done or what state the weather is in.
