Category Archives: Places

Slow-Shutter Terminus

The train down to London on Saturday had those rare sliding windows in the doors. I noticed this as we approached King’s Cross and took a few slow-shutter pictures out into the night. We passed industrial buildings, homes, offices, trees, trains, the Arsenal stadium and the last few East Coast Main Line stations.

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Waiting for dawn

I went to Brighton on Wednesday to take pictures for some new Lifeboats ads. I arrived at London Bridge station much earlier than I needed to for my 07:12 train so wandered round outside for a bit taking these pictures. The first one sadly at 05:17 and the last, through the train window, at 07:41 as the sun came up over cars parked at Gatwick Airport.

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RNLI Lifeboats

The People’s Pool

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Back in June I was asked to photograph a site visit to east London’s Haggerston Baths. An architect friend wanted pictures for a proposal to Hackney Council on the future of the building.

The baths were closed by the local authority in 2000, after almost a century of public service and it has now invited ‘expressions of interest’ to develop the site. My friend’s group is proposing a community-based alternative to the predictable commercial schemes.

We spent an hour on a guided tour of the place and I used the time to take these pictures. Years of neglect have left obvious damage which some visitors have sadly made worse.

How does such a historic public resource become redundant and fall into such a miserable state? What would the people who designed, built and enjoyed Haggerston Baths think?

Hackney Gazette – Haggerston Baths on the Market
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At the opening ceremony in 1904, the Vice Chair of the Baths Committee, Alderman E J Wakeling, swam the length of the bath under water.

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Cheviot House, Whitechapel

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This morning I turned a corner and was stopped in my tracks by the magnificent Cheviot House. I saw it from a distance for the first time last week and, once again, it was making the most of a weak winter sun.

The night before, I’d been struggling to find much quality in the gigantic but brittle-looking City skyline a mile to the west, other than its sheer scale and The Gherkin.

Built for Kornberg & Segal textile merchants in 1937, Cheviot House sadly appears to stand empty after serving the local council for over 50 years. Demolition for new housing has been threatened but more positive proposals for community use have also been made. If it no longer has real value as commercial space, it could make wonderful social housing which is desperately needed in the area.

This article from the East London Advertiser is the most recent I can find on the current situation but I’d like to know more. I’m hoping the recently established East End Preservation Society (which I photographed at its launch) will have an interest so those of us who value a building like this can contribute to decisions on its future.

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Fishing in Kayar

This story on the BBC News website caught my eye yesterday:

The Unequal Battle Over West Africa’s Rich Fish Stocks

It reminded me of the few days I spent taking pictures around Dakar, Senegal in 2010. I was there with local producer Boully Galissa working on a campaign for Mondial Assistance. If memory serves, we made a couple of trips to the fishing village of Kayar, 60km north of the capital, to see the catch being brought to shore.

I’ve since read that a third of its population of 17,000 fish for a living and that it’s a good example of how to do it sustainably (and in the face of competition from more industrial foreign trawlers). While I was there, the whole community seemed to be working either in the water or at its edge as they got the fish from ocean to market as quickly as possible.

This is the first time I’ve converted the files to black and white and it certainly simplifies some of the busier frames. A number of the colour originals were quite monochromatic anyway if I didn’t show much of what people were wearing.

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Yorkshire Garden

I left London a week ago for my house in the Holme Valley just south of Huddersfield. My village was hosting its annual MonkeyFest (a weekend-long celebration of real ale and good music) and I’d agreed to pretend to be a DJ for the event.

My camera has been mainly idle while I’ve been here but, having spotted a macro lens on one of the shelves in my storeroom, I had a play with it in my increasingly wild gardens which are busy with flowers and bees.

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After the Atlantic Wedding

I recently photographed the wedding of two friends over in Portstewart, Northern Ireland. The ceremony was held at Mussenden Temple which you can see in the first picture as a speck near the edge of the cliff to the mid-left of the frame.

I spent the day afterwards wandering by the sea and visiting Giant’s Causeway and have posted some of the highlights.

I did lose a couple of hours trying to capture Polo the escaped deaf dog (I eventually got the little bastard with an improvised rubber lasso) but the weather was glorious the whole time I was there so mustn’t grumble (much).

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