Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
The London Eye by Night
A little more experimental shot than on London Daily Photo I hope you like it.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
This, is Charlie
This is Charlie the window cleaner, who has been cleaning windows in the Liverpool Street area for ovevr thirty years. What is more, when he started he was working with someone who had been cleaning windows in the 20's.
It was he who gave me the bits of information about the bakery in the London Daily, and he also put me onto Dennis Sever's house, which will be making an appearance on these pages, soon.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
The Old Lady of Threadneedle Street
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
All dressed up and nowhere to go
I was going to blog a pic of the place I got my tree, which was a quite spectacular display (and, a 2m Nordman for £20/30€) but when I asked them if I could take a pic, after pushing the decision up the line two times the uber-manager said "ooo....that'd be difficult". OK, I thought, I can understand that - no telling when there might be a terrorist strike on a garden centre. No skin off my nose. So, no tree emporium for blogdom.
To join in the festivities, here is our tree all dressed up for the season.
Happy Christmas, everyone.
The Angel ofthe North
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
The Lost Paris
This isn't my photograph, I include it here because it is interesting and here is a link to a page where I will post more. What it is, is one of the photographs taken by Charles Marville in the years 1852 - 1870, before Paris was demolished to make way for the boulevards.
It was Eric on this post that made me think of these. Quite a few of the photos in my book have ghosts, too.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
The automata exhibition
Monday, December 12, 2005
Dobbin & Friend
Here are Dobbin and his friend, following the picture on London Daily Photo They seem quite happy here and the worn turf by the lowest part of the fence (and Dobbin's eagerness? suggest that there are more peole that stop by with the odd carrot than you might suppose.
Just on the other side of the Tidal Basin Tavern (long derilict) is the Royal Victoria Dock and the Excel exhibition centre.....
No passing trade
These derricks stand on the side of the Royal Victoria Docks. They are some of the last pieces of machinery left from the time the docks was the pulsing heart of London trade. Thankfully, these last few are now preserved. Here are some pictures from teh 80's when it was empty, but before they tore it all down.
I was here in 1988 when Jean Michel Jarre played his Destination Docklands concert. Funny how a frenchman had the vision to see London's Docklands. His introductory greeting in the pouring rain set the scene "It's OK.... frogs love the water!" The sides of the warehouses that were to be knocked down were his screen, Thames barges launched the awe inspiring fireworks (How did they keep them dry?)
Now they stand empty, waiting for boats that will never come.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Sideview of hungerford Bridge
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Then there is always the Rialto...
Nice place to stay
Recently I stayed here, at the Ai Mori D Oriente Hotel, it was brilliant. Top tip no.2 for any prospective visitors is, stay in Canareggio if you can. It's the area that the locals live in; only 10 minutes from the Rialto bridge but really quiet. Mind you, you do have to put up with the Venice problem - our room window opened onto a brick wall. Still with a four poster and velvet drapes, did we care?
More reasons to go to Venice
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Tyne Cot Cemetery
Tyne Cot is the largest of the First World War Cemeteries in Flanders. Not only does it contain the earlthly remains of nearly 12,000 solldiers, but on the wall on the back are another 35,000 names - part of those they couldn't find any bits to bury.
It is built on a ridge that saw particularly bloody fighting. There were some pill boxes that looked to the soldiers from a Northumbrian regiment like cottages back home on the Tyne.
I wanted to take a picture that reflected what it feels like to see. Maybe I ended up with a cliche, maybe there is no other way.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Stories of France.... no.1
Eric's Christmas dog on Paris Daily Photo reminded me of a time I was travelling in France, in the summer, and I had stopped in Grenoble.
Now, I am the human equivalent of the truffle pig when it comes to sniffing out restaurants, and I don't often have difficulties in France (although, more these days than used to be the case) but Grenoble had me beat. Serried ranks of mediocre brasseries lined the main street, none looked appealing. I carried on walking. Just as I was about to despair, I turned into a little street behind the station and saw a little cafe which I thought I might check out. Only, outside on the pavement was this socking great alsatian dog. As I approach he got up, hackles rose and started barking.
Ay sensible person might have turned away. As it was, I looked at him more closely. I am a doggy kind of person,and I just didn't think that he meant it - not really - so I walked in, unsavaged.
It turned out, I'd found the cafe where large numbers of locals came - the owner's wife's homemade pasta was excellent, and by three in the morning I was sworn brothers with each man there. So I turned to the owner and asked him, "what's with the dog?". "Ah," he said, "poor thing is getting old, can't see so barks at everyone... at least he keeps the tourists away"