This second of the un-inviting places sits opposite Hartlepool and is known locally as Paddy’s Hole. It is in fact a little safe haven from the north sea on the estuary where fishermen and those who like messing with old boats keep their ‘births’ between venturing out on the sea.
Like much of the industrial north much of it is now a wasteland but perhaps all the more interesting for that. The man-made jetty at Paddy’s Hole appears to have been made of industrial waste, as in this picture old tyre’s filled with rubble and sand provide some shelter from the high tides and waves of the north sea which is just around the corner to the right.
In this image we are looking slightly backwards, inland to the mothballed blast furness, another example of the nations lost industrial might. I hope the treatment of the image, slightly grainy, blue tinted monochrome lends itself to the un-inviting impression.
That said some of the boats to found in the safety of the makeshift harbour have been lovingly cared for by their owners and are a stark contrast the carelessly cast aside industrial plant and waste in this image.
It’s been a while, hopefully I’ll be posting a bit more regularly again now. Being my first blog on returning I may be a bit rusty.
On first seeing some place’s the prospect in front of you is un-inviting, un-inviting in the sense that what appears to be on offer doesn’t excite or pull you in, you don’t warm to the place in that it’s not likely to become a place you remember as having something different to the run-of-the mill. This image is one of a series of images I hope to produce on this theme. images that show the point of ‘take-off’, the point where a more or less mundane prospect proves to be interesting. In this case the point of interest was a lighthouse on the Welsh coast and the numerous, brightly coloured jelly fish that littered the beach.
Subsequent images of the lighthouse and the jelly fish were of interest to me and provided a number of pleasing images.
The image on offer here; I hope you will agree, creates an air of expectation, a kind of what’s over that hill moment which in this case was fulfilled by revealing the previously mentioned lighthouse.
Whilst this image is not of the lighthouse or the beach proper the hint of the beach in the top left of frame drew me on, being lighter than the foreground I hope it invites you to keep climbing the sand dune’s with me.
Here is another image from the old tree in the grounds of Hartshead Church, this section reminded me of that well known painting by Hieronymus Bosch called The Scream. I couldn’t really give my image a different title, so here is my version of ‘The Scream’. Hope you like it.
Whilst out and about one afternoon I found this old, weather worn and storm damaged tree stump in a Church yard. The tree had obviously been damaged some years ago and the weather allowed in to do its worst on the soft wood. I spent more than an hour walking around the tree stump, I say stump it was about eight feet tall and probably what remained of the tree after the branches had been removed. Anyway, what was left was a perfect subject for a number of miniature landscapes. This is one of my favourites, it reminds me of rock formations in the canyons we explored whilst on holiday in California’s Death Valley National Park.
Dry stone walls are intrinsically linked to the landscape of the north of the country, Yorkshire in particularly is blessed with miles and miles of wall dry stone wall, mostly in good condition. However, walk away from the cultivated fields in the lower reaches of upland areas and on to the moors and many of the walls have been damaged by years of hard weather and strong winds. Still, I think they make a great subject for photographers. By closing in on a section of wall, the long heath like grasses and a limited amount of sky I hope I have captured the bleakness of this landscape.
One of a number of giant redwoods in the Yosemite National Park. The scale of these trees, you have to see them. The bark on the tree is inches thick, perhaps a foot or more thick in places. When you think that some of these have been around for a thousand years or more we look like small fry against this species. Fire, flood they survived it all until we started to cut them down, thankfully someone had the sense to save them before they were all harvested.
This image was taken during a recent family trip to California to see our daughter and her husband during which we visited the Yosemite National Park. Suprisingly the grandure of the place makes it difficult to take good photographs. By this I mean the place is so aweinspiring you are overwhelmed with the landscape, which can make you fail to apply photographic skills as you would hope to.
On the day this image was taken the morning had seen snow restrict access to the valley for a time, snow chains being obligatory. By the time we reached the Yosemite valley the snow had most gone from the roads and low lying land although you can still see traces of snow on the tops. Other parts of the National Park remained covered in snow and out of bounds. Having seen the place for myself now I realise what made the place a primary location for the photography of Ansal Adams and other Sierra Club members. If I never manage to get there again it will be an experience I’ll never forget. Thanks go to my daughter Hazel and her husband Josh for showing us around Yosemite.