Again inspired by Ansel Adams photography, I looked back through my large collection of shadow photographs from the Tate Modern. I have made images of people’s shadows whilst they are walking up and down the stairs. I think these two in particular are interesting, just body parts, no colour, no identity, no gender, no nationality, not even any age, just soft fleeting recordings of movement.
The view of St Paul’s and the Millennium Bridge from the café in Tate Modern on a typically wet and windy London day.
The café seen from the lift lobby is a favourite view, ethereal figures through the translucent glass wall.
Last night there was a concert of Scarlatti, Lotti, Melgas, Rebelo and Caldara during the Greenwich Early Music Festival, performed by The Sixteen and conducted by Harry Christophers.
Seated in the upper gallery, the acoustics were perfect, the singing in Latin became another medium, not air or water but sound, surrounding and enveloping us completely.
The spiral staircase leading back down to reality was a delightful example of period stone and metal craftsmanship.
A recent visit to the marina in Swansea offered up such delights, boat hulls, railings, brickwork, an endless rippling reflection of intense colours. The whole area has been transformed from the working harbour docks when it was no doubt dark and noisy and any colour suffused by coal dust. There are numerous shiny modern yachts moored here now but also just a few memories of its previous incarnation, the massive stone docks, gates and lift bridges.
A unique grouping of elements, sunshine, high-powered business, Hollywood glamour and more in LA makes for a rich and energetic architectural style. The former May Department Stores built in 1939, the facade is tiled with gold leaf mosaic, is now part of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. The birds just love resting on the ledges. (taken from the Hop On Hop Off Bus Tour, Red Route.)