Thought I’d post a quick update on the previous post Sunrises, Fishing Boats, Pillboxes and Onions . Ive converted the shots from the pillboxes to mono and cropped them so there isn’t so much of blank darK concrete wall. Objections on a postcard 😀
Well its been droughting so hard around here its been difficult to get out and blunder about and do any of that there photomatography malarky, whole rivers of that there drought have been upending the Royal county of Walesshire and turning caravan sites into marinas dontcha know! And over here in the desert lands of the East its been droughting so hard that parts of Essex have actually floated off towards that there Holland place . . That’ll learn em! Never seen such a drought!
So imagine my . . . less grumpiness t’other day when they said that the sun might show up for a couple of days, that constitutes a summer over here and we have several short summers every year. Ive been wanting to get out and experiment with different f-stops, timings, filters, blah blah blah and try some techniques wot I read about in some shiny magazine . . . Photography magazine before anyone says anything! And this was the gap in the drought that I had been waiting for.
So orft I blundered the next day to Aldeburgh to catch the sunrise on the beach. I found a good vantage point and set up me kit (It was supposed to be more about the experimentation than the view this particular morning) and waited for the sun to turn up. And then just as the first fiery glow of the sun hit the horizon I noticed a better spot further on up the beach. So a mad panic and dash ensued. I headed on up the beach clutching bag and fully extended tripod making more noise than a shingle extracting machine wots suddenly decided to become a shingle smashing machine . . but with added tourettes! I get to the spot just as the sun is a quarter of the way up and sort meself out and start taking them that pesky photos. Sorted.
Spent about half an hour blatting away until the sun got too bright and then my mind/stomach started to demand fried sustenance. Now it was only 5am and in that neck of the woods there ain’t a greasy spoon open until 6ish so my only option was to head on back home and start throwing stuff around the kitchen. So I packed up hoofed it back up the Aldeburgh road. Where I spotted this pillbox.
Now Ive seen this little baby many a time and its on my “To Do” list for my project “Killer Views”. And on this particular morning in the golden early morning light it was lookin particularly sexy . . . . Just described a 70 odd year old bit of concrete as sexy . . . Note to self “Seek medical attention!” so I threw the car into a ditch and had a go. The above shot taken from the roadside. Now thats not grass, or wheat growing all around it, them’s onions them is. Lots more surface area to retain water they have. I hadn’t packed my water proof trousers or me gaiters. By the time I got to the damn thing to get some shots from inside it my feet were a squelching around inside me boots, oh and I smelt of onions. But d’know from the results I think it was worth it.
These are pretty much untouched, I think some cropping maybe called for so as to bring more of the outside in to view, and I haven’t begun to convert to mono yet as massively busy with lots of other really boring stuff. But am pleased with the results so far 🙂
Oh and here’s some of the beach as well.
Saw some clouds, dashed out to the coast, took some photos, dashed back for a fry up. May have a nap now 🙂
No one likes to be interrupted, with this in mind the Govt of the time threw up 103 Martello Towers around the south and east coasts of England from 1804 to about 1812. “KEEP OUT!” and “GETORFFMOILAND!” Big Stylee 🙂
I like a good old trundle around the local coastal defences, they kind of give off a grumpy solidness which I can relate to. I want one!
Times change but sometimes intent does not. A couple of hundred yards from the Napoleonic Martello Tower situated at east lane Bawdsey in Suffolk there is a WWII shore defence system built 140 years later. Same purpose different foe.