Photography
An English baker’s shop window stacked full with loaves, mixed from good flour, proved and baked on the spot in small batches by craft bakers.
Ravens is well-known in Brighton and attracts a dedicated clientele from the surrounding area, particularly as most of the supermarkets are closing their scratch bakeries and increasingly just warming up frozen product, which doesn’t have the same texture or taste as hot bread, fresh from the oven. Ravens’ hand-made Chelsea Buns are very popular, and elsewhere are now a rarity. the loaf we enjoyed is third from the left on the second shelf down on the left, a Malted Granary square loaf.
Sour dough bread is just that, ie sour; eaten fresh you can taste the vinegar, unlike English bread made with bakers’ yeast.
Still standing, doggedly resisting the waves but a ruin since the fire started by an arsonist in 2003. Brighton’s West Pier was opened in 1886, in its heyday there was a fine concert hall, the cast iron girders of its arched roof of which still give grace to the skeleton.
I walked its boards once in the late 1970s on a ride out from London with a mate, both on big bikes. We visited the Captain’s Cabin pub on the pier and the amusement arcades; us bikers didn’t do the stately helter-skelter nor the dodgems but I remember Spike had a go on the slot machines.
A bleak metaphor for these times.
A photo roughly every fifty paces of this morning’s walk to the supermarket. This photo story is a visual record of my walk from the edge of Keswick, through Fitz Park passing the cycle track, across the River Greta and in to the heart of Keswick. From the idyllic calm of Brundholme Road, and over the brow of Stanger Street; suddenly there are people and the frantic bustle of the busy tourist town as it gets going for this fine day in August. I usually allow a quarter of an hour each way for the walking part of the shopping trip.
This is a fairly standard exercise on photography courses. Students mostly need to work find a worthwhile set of images and that’s the point of the exercise: images are there to be made, anywhere. But here in lovely Keswick in the Lake District National Park (where every view is potentially a picture postcard) there are so many visual delights that this exercise becomes one of deciding which images to exclude and which to feature and why, according to the story you wish to tell. Nonetheless, it’s always a good idea to keep on looking round as the most interesting story may be happening behind you.
More photos: Walk to the supermarket - Keswick, Lake District National Park
Pairs of fruit. Does seeing them like this make you look at the differences?
Not a lockdown photoset: more a celebration of the fruit that is widely available in the supermarkets in Marseille.
Unredeemingly urban, a renowned traffic bottle-neck and home to many thousands of Londoners; the built environment around the Elephant and Castle roundabouts in south-east London must be one of the weirdest urban settings around, the diversity of the architecture reflecting or promoting the heterogeneity of the area.
In this weird world, neither Metropolis nor Le Corbusier (though there are elements of each), the pigeons are on the ground and the humans in the sky. You can no longer distinguish between a work or a living space nor differentiate low cost housing and high value private ownership.
