Sorry for another historical link. Best Beloved and I will be going away for a week, so there is a chance I’ll be able to share some new images from our trip.
Earlier, I was fiddling about with the Flickr app on my mobile phone. It has a feature where it can upload new images automatically to my account, though the images are private until I decide which ones to share. I’ll be giving it a bit of test run to see if I like it, and if my data plan will take the load!
It has been rather too long since I last ventured out to document the north shore of the Medway. The banks of the tidal River Medway, from Rochester to Grain, form the southern edge of the peninsular of land between the Thames and the Medway. It is a place which appears empty, wild, and abandoned on first seeing it. It is, however, an area that has seen much industry and history over the years.
I need to get back there soon.
This collection on my Flickr site is perhaps in need of curation and updating. It does, though, give a good overview of the North Shore.
The first day of September, and it is beginning of the meteorological autumn in the northern hemisphere. There may be some days of summer still to come, but there is no denying daylight is diminishing, and the first frosts won’t be far off. My social media is filling with images of fruit and vegetables from keen gardeners, and the leaves on local trees are just beginning to turn.
A bright Sunday morning in February 2013 saw the Invicta Shutterbugs (that’s what I called the photo walk “club”) visit Rochester.
This album is the images I chose from my efforts that day.
Rochester, Kent, England. In case you were wondering.
I do apologise for this run of Flickr links. I haven’t had the brain capacity recently to blog about anything otherwise particularly interesting. Still, the blog is ostensibly about life seen (mostly) through a lens, so I think it counts.
In 2012 I thought it might be fun to organise regular monthly photo walks around Kent. I managed to persuade a hard core of fellow photographers to play along. I enjoyed seeing how others approached making photos of the same subject, and sharing tips and techniques. We also shared the results of our labours via the late lamented medium of Google+. Don’t judge. It was a good place for photographers.
As ever with such things, numbers attending walks tailed off, interest generally began to wane, I found it harder to be enthused about planning and organising things, and eventually we pulled the plug. Over the period of about a year we managed nine walks around Kent. It was fun while it lasted.
More black and white. I’m not sorry.
There is something about the Romney Marsh, Dungeness and the Denge. It is an other-worldly place, a proper liminal space, that seems to have little to do with the rest of the coast on either side. I love it, and I should try to get down there again before too long.
