#TTphototoday Heels, Chrome and Oak.
I am not a foot perv.
#TTphototoday I seem to have drifted away from B&W and have started using my blog as a platform for experimenting with colour techniques. During the early 1990’s I’d pretty much fallen out of love with photography, until I re-discovered black & white, which was where I had started with my first camera, aged about ten or eleven.
Taking photos has always been a part of my life, it’s got me through some dark times and given me a focus when things were all a bit hazy.
This is pretty much my view every day, (if I cross the road) I never tire of it.
TTphototoday I have walked past this van dozens of times and never paid it any attention. Today, in a different light it came to life. The colours have been boosted to show off it’s rusting corners and the bed of weeds, it calls home.
If this van has a name, I hope it’s Vernon. Vernon the vagrant van.
#TTphototoday Fog. Then at about 3.17pm, a tiny bit of sun.
Today, I went to a pub for lunch. A ploughman’s, to be specific. Whilst there, the pub garden was descended upon by a variety of personalities. I have captured some within this photograph. At the large table, you can see a group of women. The theme of their dress was ‘flowery’. One had large breasts, one had a Pimms and one had a mobile phone glued to her ear. At no point was it established who was the designated driver.
At the table slightly behind them is a man. The man is clad in a suit and tie. Let’s call him Clarke. Clarke looked nervous throughout his lonesome visit to the pub beer garden. He drank half a pint of lager, nervously picked at his trousers and stared at his phone quite a lot. It is obvious that Clarke is shagging his wife’s best friend, whose morals got the better of her at the last minute. When his phone finally rang, the conversation probably went like this:
Clarke (nervously): ‘Hello?’
Wife’s best friend (we shall call her Bea): ‘Clarke. Clarke. I am so sorry. I love your name and your suits and your fondness for beer gardens within a leafy surrounding, but I just can’t do this to your wife. It’s wrong, Clarke, it’s wrong. But I love you, Clarkey. Oh, I just don’t know what to do. What would Jesus do?’
Clarke: ‘Jesus would probably fuck me.’
Bea: ‘Ok. I’m on my way. Meet you in the field by the rabbit holes.’
Clarke: ‘Ok. Bye. Bye now. I’m hanging up now. No, you hang up. No, you hang up. No…oh. You’ve hung up.’*Clarke runs to field*.
Sometimes, on a very bright sunny day, you can see Clarke in his suit and tie, wandering over the fields and hills of Icklesham Valley.
The End.
#TTphototoday The Queen’s Head at Icklesham, the place of my lunch today. Paul McCartney lives nearby and has a recording studio in a windmill. On a clear day you can see Heather Mills, strapped to the sails, spinning in the breeze.
No ploughmen were harmed in the making of my lunch.
#TTphototoday This was my oasis for an hour today, no phones, no emails, no people.
The tree in the bottom photo is where I used to sit with my niece, Eliza, when she was 2-3 years old. I would invent stories and characters about the little people that lived in the roots underneath the tree, she would stare intently, waiting for them to come out, then we’d decide that maybe they had gone out for the day and we would go and look for Moorhens on the pond.
Very happy days.
#TTphototoday Sunny Hastings on a sunny day. With your eyes nearly closed it could be Monaco. Or somewhere.
#TTphototoday Here, have a disused lighthouse, you know you want one.
#TTphototoday The Shard, looking up from Tooley St. SE1. Taken yesterday.
