I was shocked recently when I revisited the source, as in River, of my Edgelands series. All manner of rubble bunds are strewn around the place and the site with my old rusty tin hut has reptile fences all around it.
Something is going on. The reptile fences are to keep creepy things in but the rubble is to keep unwanted people and vehicles out.
This morning I was shooting large and medium format film and both formats have the bunds in the foreground. I moved the tripod to the edge of the bund for this shot which is not far off the position I used back in 2014.
The Easter 2017 weekend is upon us. Yesterday I went out to Felixstowe to get a bag of chips for my birthday lunch. Normally we go to Aldeburgh but the the alignment of feast days, mine and that movable feast based on the moon, clashed. There would have been a queue a mile long waiting for chips in Aldeburgh and did not have the heart for waiting in line and throngs of people to contend with so it was Felixstowe, a very hot and sunny Felixstowe when out of the Easter Northerly wind.
I never tire of seeing ships in a harbour. Maybe it is down to to my early days in Liverpool and the magic of seeing ship’s bows seemingly protruding almost to the edge of the Dock Road and the Maritime Museum that got it into my blood. Anyway as with all my Docklands photographs, no two images from the same spot are ever the same. Yesterday, seemingly there were nothing but MSC vessels alongside. Steely eyed people see this image will not the green of a another behemoth on the deep water terminal though.
I have never witnessed the presence of so many MSC vessels in port at the same time.
Yesterday, Kevin Marrable and I climbed onto the roof of the James Hehir building in blisteringly bright sunny conditions. We moaned somewhat as it was just too bright and contrasty so we sat down and woofed our packed lunches waiting for the light to fade. Luckily given the pasting that the rest of the country was getting, wispy damp cloudy stuff lightened our spirits and we were off.
I had taken my Toyo 45A up for the first time and fired off 6 sheets of FP4 whilst waiting for the light to dampen down a tad. I’m looking forward to getting them in the tank and developed.
From all the visits we have had to this lofty vantage point, this was by far the best. It is I suppose a bit like growing up. I went up there with two cameras, one 5×4 field camera with B&W and a digital SLR with a prime short telephoto with the prime(sic) objective of making some waterfront panoramic images.
Tests on camera looked good. They always do don’t they? I was less than pleased with myself once I got to processing as I was a degree off vertical despite levelled heads and tripod with countless bubbles. I’ll have to sort this anomaly for next time.
Anyway here is one daylight shot with that warm late winter afternoon glow. I love making work in the winter.
Late and decapitated plus flesh-less racing pigeon
I’m slowly recovering from a marathon session with two fellow group photographers conducted yesterday in blazing sun and stiff breezes.
One week short of an anniversary, we ascended the rooftop of University of Suffolk’s James Hehir building to make a record of the events of the day and also to mark the passage of time and space associated with Ipswich Waterfront developments.
At one point yesterday morning I thought we might have been scuppered through a breakdown in lines of communication but that hiccup got resolved and soon we were hauling our precious gear up the north face of the building using ropes as we have done before. Once at base camp, we realised as ever with a shutter of photographers that the light was not how we wanted it and the wind, where was that on the forecast?
We were not in too much of a hurry to get going as waiting for the light gives plenty of time to see things. We happened upon a feathered carcass that had rings on both legs but no head and no meat left on the breast bones. A racing pigeon whose game was up so to speak but it travelled a considerable distance back and forth on the roof during the day as winds gusted to near on 25 knots.
Twilight last year was the kindest hour having had dullish weather all day. Here we were in 27 degrees and WSW winds of 17-25 knots and less activity around the dock on account of it not being a Maritime Festival – they are now to be held every other year. Twilight we hoped and yearned for but not a cloud in the sky.
That said, there were other things to make images from.
Shadows became friendly things to capture from on high as we waited for twilight and fireworks.
Sunset was 20:34 and pyros set for 21:00 – far too early but they got delayed for 15 minutes then someone lit the blue touch paper – still too light in my opinion but hey ho – mustn’t grumble.
Red fireworks and smoke
The other intrepid photographers were Peter Ellis and Kevin Marrable. Look out for their posts.
In the meantime, check out my site for galleries of associated images.
I’ve been a tad croaky of late but I forced myself out to grab some shots of our docklands project with the last rays of sunshine on 31st December 2015.
It was hard to comprehend that three of us were up on the top of building to the left of the image for 12 hours during the second day of the Ipswich Maritime Festival in August. There will not be a festival this year but at some point we will scale the heights again for some significant event or other as we add more images to the pot to edit from.
Is anyone else out there taking part in photoeast? We have asked for a slot but we await news on that front. Somehow I think the event is all topped and tailed. Whatever happens it ought to be a good blast for contemporary photography in Suffolk.