But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
– W B Yeats
I like to contribute to the weekly photo challenge hosted by WordPress and must confess I hadn’t quite found inspiration for this week’s prompt, which frankly is quite unusual for me, which seems apposite as this week’s theme was indeed unusual.
Having arrived at Heathrow this morning on a red-eye from Lagos, and finding myself unable to check in to my hotel for several hours, I took to the streets like any other self-respecting homeless person, by which I mean no disrespect to actual homeless persons, it is of course no laughing matter.
I had two main goals, one was to find breakfast (which I did, and I must have looked particularly hungry as an additional slice of bacon was added to my bacon roll and coffee), and the other, that was to walk along the South Bank to the Tate Modern. My plan being to spend six hours or so in quiet artistic contemplation, before the hotel would throw open its portals (or at least activate a smart card) to me and my battered luggage.
I also had the foresight to bring my camera with me, my Fujifilm X100F, which has now has become my constant travelling companion.
‘Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime’Call me – Blondie
For WordPress weekly photo challenge – heritage
*Shot near Chiswick Park underground station, Fujifilm X100F with fixed 23mm lens at ISO200 , 1/400s and f/5.6*
Remember a time? A time before mobiles, the internet? Remember when the only way to call, was this?
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories
― Haruki Murakami
voices, filled (the air)
have, one more
don’t despair
(warm) fingers, tracing, searching
did they (who watched) care
have, one more
more, and more
no one (really) saw
or so, it seemed
blue eyes
yes (they cared, oh how so much)
told, no lies
feelings rising
choices, stretching
(out)
don’t be scared
choose, the blue
ride, the red
you’ll soon
be
dead
red
This week, my poetry prompt is red
That’s rule number one for a photographer, isn’t it? Fill your frame?
― David Cronenberg, Consumed
For WordPress weekly photo challenge – frame
*Shot with Nikon D700 and AF 80-200mm f/2.8 D lens, ISO200, 200mm f/2.8 1/5000s, edited in Lightroom CC and Analog Efex Pro 2*
See also my contribution on salamancastreets
Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being
― Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt
Shot on the South Bank with my Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 G lens set at ISO200, f/2.5 and 1/250s, edited in Analog Efex Pro 2
My contribution to this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Fun
“I don’t wish to be the symbol of anything. I’m only myself”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
All images shot with Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF 80-200mm f/2.8 D lens in manual mode at ISO200 and various combinations of shutter speed and aperture.
“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
Shot, for WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Morning, in manual mode with my Nikon D700 and Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 lens set to ISO200 f/1.4 and 1/400s
A doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines
― Frank Lloyd Wright
I felt inspired this afternoon and so I rounded things off by shooting one of my favourite locations in London, the Tate Modern, and more specifically the new extension tacked on to the back.
*All shots taken with Nikon D700 with Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 lens with ISO200 in manual mode, some of the settings I like to claim to be ‘creative’, or maybe it was that Mexican beer?*
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