Architecture Detailing and Texture

Architectural detailing taken from a tudor building

Rainy Day in London

A rainy day in London

Crowded tube trains

And ticket sellers

Hadn't been in London for a while, forgot how crowded it was. A few more images on the website @ http://www.picture180.com/galleries/street_days_london_2011/

George!!!!

George and water should never mix.......... there's always payback!!!! :)

A Day Off

A day off (well sort of), first time in many years I managed to get the bike out of the work shop and go for a Sunday run out with a group of like minded bikers and what a fantastic day.

Met at the local pub 8:30am, twenty five bike in all and a great mixed bag of machinery, Harley's, crotch rockets my sick running Ducati and many more.

Destination the Ace Cafe in North London, a place with a great history and heritage. The birth place of the Cafe Racer I believe.

Its been a long time since I rode in such a largish group, I would think about 10 year and to ride at the back and watch this snake of tail light winding around the twisty roads was magic.

We only lost three bikes by the end of the day, two punchers and a minor road accident, the bike looked a bit battered but the ride got up and walked away :)

I think it dose you good every now and again to have a release from the daily stress and garbage that seems to surounds us, to forget and just stay focus on the black ribbon in front of you.

I hope its not to long before I can find the time again to ride out and enjoy the day.

There's a few more images on the web site from the day www.picture180.com/galleries/life_2011/index.html

Home again home again.

Back from South America very difficult project but we got there in the end.

Due to the contractual commitments I was unable to spend any time on my own photography, only managed half a day in Sao Paulo.

For some reason I ended up at the Luz Train Station, not really interested in the history or architecture but the movement of people though rush hour. Also the place has this gritty feel to it, I think it has something to do with the surrounding area.

Standing watching the crowds flow like waves as the trains came in and out there seemed to be a manic rhythm, moments of total peace then the rush. Pushing and pulling of arms and legs, people falling over each other. Then stop peace again.

It also made me think about destination, all these people going somewhere.

A small poem by Archibald Lampman

The Railway Station

The darkness brings no quiet here, the light

No waking: ever on my blinded brain

The flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain,

The engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite:

I see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight,

Faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain:

I see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great train

Move labouring out into the bourneless night.

So many souls within its dim recesses,

So many bright, so many mournful eyes:

Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses;

What threads of life, what hidden histories,

What sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses,

What unknown thoughts, what various agonies!

It sound a bit depressing but the light was fading, it seemed quite apt.

A foot note:

Be very aware of who’s around you especially if you on your own and in the third biggest city in the world .......... with a camera in your hand, it can get quite unnerving.