I was away last week but managed to log on to my tablet and saw that the subject was Street. I hope I’ve got this right because I cannot now remember how to get the rest of the week’s Photo Challenge words up. I thought they were to be emailed to me, obviously I’ve got it wrong. I’ve gone into Photograph 101 but all I see there is the Weekly Photo challenge and Daily Prompt Word, so if anyone can steer me in the right direction I’d be obliged.
So, hope I’m right about last Tuesday’s subject being Street, and here are two from Rome.
Italy, where the Vespa still reigns supreme
Parking> Not my problem. I’ve just gone off for a coffee..
I’m not sure if I’m posting in the right place. I had the email about the start of the new course this morning but it seems to have disappeared from my computer, completely! I seem to remember reading however, that the post should go as a Post in the normal site and would then be removed to a Photography 101 site. Am I right?
Anyway, in great rush as I am off on a short trip today until next Saturday when I’ll pick it up again. I will be able to take photographs but not post while I am away.
Meantime, this was home to some young birds during the winter but they have now flown away to warmer climes I presume. I have cleaned the birdhouse out and now it awaits a new family.
Bird House in my garden, home to winter birds and now awaiting a new family
Bird House in my garden, home to a family of over-wintering birds.
Life is hard if you have a disability in most of S.E. Asia, probably a bit worse in Cambodia which is still a poor country, but this group of blind musicians are making the best of things by performing close harmony songs by the roadside and collecting money from passers-by.
Blind Musicians by the Roadside in Cambodia
HALONG BAY, VIETNAM:
One of the lovliest places in Vietnam, a short drive from the capital Hanoi. It is peaceful and harmonious, massive karsts thrusting up out of the sea and junks and smaller boats moving slowly on the calm green waters in and out between them. Inside some of these karsts are caves full of stalactites and stalagmites, well worth a visit, but do take a guide because they can also be dangerous.
The calm waters of Halong Bay, Vietnam – Photo Mari Nicholson
On the calm waters of Halong Bay, the junks and the Karsts make for a very harmonious image. Despite the storm clouds there is a sense of harmony here and as night falls the boat people cook their meals on deck and the smell of spices and fish roll across the waters.
Junk in Halong Bay, Vietnam – Photo Mari Nicholson
Having watched every episode of Tony Jordan’s 20-part brilliant evocation of Charles Dickens’ world (Dickensian, BBC 1), it has whetted my appetite for the London of the novels, for the streets and alleyways that he populated with an array of the most colourful characters ever to leap from a page.
Traitor;s Gate at The Tower of London
The series is a true celebration of a master story teller, where people like Miss Haversham, Nancy, Bill Sykes, Fagin, Jaggers the lawyer, and the Cratchit family, are all cleverly interwoven into a Victorian tapestry, perfect for the small screen. Dickensian carried with it a constant surprise, as there were no hints given as to who would pop up or from which book. And as always, with a BBC production, the location, the settings and the atmosphere are pitch-perfect. And it’s fun trying to remember in which book a character appeared, and in admiring the clever way Jordan has stitched together a new story using these familiar characters.
Although Dickens wouldn’t recognize London should he return today, we are lucky enough to be able to suss out some of the haunts he mentions, the alleyways, streets, pubs and inns, many of which survive, although what the Blitzkrieg couldn’t destroy, the city planners have almost managed to accomplish.
Houses of Parliament- Photo Mari Nicholson
The City of London was once a walled city covering a mere square mile, inside which the Guilds and Liveries reigned supreme – in fact they still do, along with the money merchants, the financiers, the major world Banks and the controllers of a shadowy world of high finance. Established in around AD50, seven years after the Romans invaded Britain, the City, or Square Mile as it has become known, is the place from which modern-day London grew. Walk through the surrounding areas, and with just a little imagination, you can begin to populate the streets with Dickens’ characters. A good place to start from is St. Paul’s Cathedral, built by Sir Christopher Wren, who, while his great church was being built, lived in a house on the other side of the River Thames from which rowed across the river daily, to check on its progress.
A Familiar Sight near the Tower of London
The historian Dr. Ruth Richards claims to have discovered the workhouse, the Strand Union in Cleveland Street, that inspired Oliver Twist. This wasnear where Dickens lived as a child, and it is thought possible that he worked with a lot of the poor apprentices from that workhouse during his time at the blacking factory. Most workhouse children were hired out, or apprenticed, to places like these, and if the young Dickens did work with the workhouse paupers, he would have heard tales of the hardship in that establishment, all of which were grist to the mill when it came to writing what is one of the best loved, and most often filmed, stories of all times.
The Guildhall, City of London
When Pip in Great Expectations arrived in ‘ugly, crooked, narrow and dirty’ London he got off the coach at the Cross Keys Inn on Wood Street, a posting Inn and a terminal for the coaches from the countryside bringing passengers and parcels to the City (read Great Expectations for his description of the nearby Cheapside market and ‘the great black dome of St. Pauls). Little remains of the Cross Keys inn today save a paved area in the nearby churchyard in Wood Street, marked by railings with cross keys on them, the symbol of St Peter, keeper of the gates to Heaven.
This is also the inn where the young boy, Charles Dickens, aged 12 and alone, arrived from Rochester in Kent after his spendthrift father had once again made the family destitute (Dickens senior subsequently spent time at the Wood Street Compter just a little bit further down the road from Cross Keys). From Wood Street, Pip walked along London Wall to the offices of Mr. Jaggers, the lawyer, through narrow streets where the houses are crammed tightly together and jostle for space. You are near Postman’s Park here so a detour to this delightful spot can be recommended and although nothing to do with Dickens, I would recommend a detour to see this very Victorian location.
One of the Tiles in Postman’s Park – Photo Mari Nicholson
But it was Southwark, a less reputable area, that haunted Dickens and coloured his outlook and his novels ever afterwards. A portion of the Marshalsea Debtors Prison wall still stands in St. George’s churchyard off Borough High Street, the prison in which the Dickens’ family languished, and his vivid description in Little Dorrit leaves the reader in no doubt of his intense loathing of the place.
The George Inn, just off Borough High Street, has survived, one of the many “rambling queer old places” that the writer described in The Pickwick Papers. A little further along is Lent Street where the writer lived and from where he walked to the hated job at the Blacking Factory in the Strand. The factory that caused such grief to the young man but which gave him so much material for his novels is no longer there: on the site now stands Charing Cross Station.
There is to be another series of Dickensian, and I urge anyone who has not seen the first series to catch up with it and then follow on with the second series. Mr. and Mrs. Bumble we’ve met, Mrs. Gamp and Sarah Peggotty, but there are many characters yet to be given a backstory, characters who lived life on the edges of the tales, like Laura Badger, Ham Peggotty, Mrs. Ticket, and the one remembered by every child that saw the original black and white production of Oliver Twist – Magwitch.
Dickensian is not Tales from Dickens, it is a re-imagining of a Dickensian London peopled by the colourful characters from the novels of one of England’s greatest writers. It is not to be missed
My new camera, the Sony A6000, has a brilliant inbuilt programme that turns the image from a basic photograph to one that can isolate one colour, say red or blue, leaving the remainder of the photograph in black & white; changes the image to one that looks like a water-colour with the tints bleeding into each other; and, my favourite, illustration which alters the photograph miraculously so that it looks like a graphic illustration. It is tempting to embark on designing a comic strip, or to illustrate an article with an illustration instead of an image.
Here I give you a few samples of Illustration, taken on a walk along my local beach the other day, a cold wintry day but with a blue sky lighting the day. I hope they reproduce in the blog as they do on my screen, best viewed very large.
Beach and Cliffs with People, Sandown, Isle of WightFishing Boat on Horizon at Sandown, Isle of WightBy the Pier a young lad kicks a football and two children play in the sand, at Sandown, IOW, on a wintry day.Blue skies, calm(ish) waters with the White Cliffs of Culver at Sandown, Isle of Wight.
There are two rice growing seasons in most of S.E. Asia but the romantic pictures we have of coolie-hatted rice farmers in the fields hides the back-breaking labour involved in this work. Men and women share the work equally – well, mostly – and usually, work from dawn to dusk. In areas where the ground is fertile and the water abundant, fish are also farmed in the waters, adding some additional protein to the rice diet, or being sold at market to buy other essentials.
Preparing the Ground for the Rice in Vietnam – Photo Mari Nicholson
Ploughing the field reading for the rice planting, Vietnam – Mari Nicholson
Perhaps not the greatest interpretation of the challenge but I’ve lately been wanting to use one of the interesting tools in my imaging programme and thought this might be my opportunity.
This sculpture was done by marine woodcarver Norman Gaches, from a tree that was destroyed in the great storm of 1987, outside Barton Manor on the Isle of Wight, the then home of Impresario Robert Stigwood, who commissioned the work. At that time Barton Manor was producing wine and he wanted something to represent the grape. The result was a magnificent carving showing the family of Bacchus and these are just two of the photographs my husband took at the time. We followed the progress of the work with the sculptor over the months it took to finish it, and then did our best to interpret the art with camera and prose. A resultant article appeared in Woodcarving magazine and was subsequently syndicated in two other magazines.
This is the AFTER photograph. I wasn’t there to take the BEFORE shot, but most of us will have seen the terrible pictures of the 1944 D-Day Landings in Normandy, France, even seen the film The Longest Day, in which the graphic images of the horrors of that day and the terrible happenings on the beaches code-named Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword are now part of history. It was a Time of heroism on a grand scale and a Time of mistakes on an equally grand scale. It heralded the end of the beginning of the war that tore Europe apart, the one we call The Second World War, but it also heralded a Time of hope when it seemed that Peace might finally descend on Europe.
To me, this Memorial to some of those who lost their lives on the beaches of Normandy signifies Time Past and Time Remembered.
Quite literally, this is about time: a clock, no less.
This is the Great Clock (Gros Horlogue) in Rouen, France, which dates from the 16th century and sits amoung the maze of narrow streets that make up the old part of town. The half-timbered houses that line the streets seem to be always freshly painted and look smart.
Rouen is, of course, Joan of Arc’s town, and the church dedicated to her is truly wonderful. It is set near the market square which has stalls selling the most amazing cheeses – always a reason for visiting this area.
Between July and November 2014, at the Tower of London, a magnificent display of 888,246 ceramic poppies filled the Tower’s famous moat to mark the centenary of the First World War. The number of poppies represented one for each British and Colonial death during the conflict.
Created by artists Paul Cummins and Tom Piper, the installation, Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red, attracted thousands, possibly millions, from all over the country and overseas, who queued for hours, often in the rain, to view the sea of scarlet progressively filling the Tower’s famous moat, between 17th July and 11th November 2014. The poppies encircled the iconic landmark, creating a spectacular visual commemoration, and although thousands wound their way around the magnificent display, it was noticeable that most people were given to inward reflection rather than discussion.
All the poppies that made up the installation were sold afterwards, raising millions of pounds, money which was shared equally amongst six service charities.
I was moved, as was everyone else who attended this magnificent tribute to the fallen, and the poppies that streamed from one of the windows or arrow slits in the wall of the Tower, recalled to mind the words of William Blake from Songs of Innocence and Experience:
“And the hapless soldiers’ sigh, Runs like blood down palace walls.”
These photographs were all taken by my friend, and London photographer, Steve Moore, who spent a couple of days there. Steve gave me a CD of about 150 pictures – it was not easy choosing images to represent the Photo Challenge as my mind kept switching to the reason for the poppy display, but I hope you like them. I wish I’d been there at night. There is something about that night scene that resonates deep within me.