I live South of the River and work just North of it, just across Waterloo Bridge. Most days, morning and evening, I march across the bridge, ignoring or glaring at the view. Glaring at the view because I don’t want to be here viewing it.
Taking photos, it’s hard to keep glaring. Hard to look and look again and frame and move round and look again and stay detached and rejecting. Hard to look and look again and not be here and here. Hard to look for patterns and colours and stories and not see beauty and feel involved.
I thought I’d write more in my blog, feel rather disappointed in myself because so far I can only summon fragments. It’s a surprise to find that what I most enjoy is taking pictures. They take me out of the spinning tumbling words of frustration. Out of no, won’t, leave, can’t, and into stopping, being, looking. Out of grey weariness, blue melancholy, red temper, into grey water, blue sky, red tulips.
It is a wonderful view, though. Something rather noble and severe, steadfast, reliable about the Thames seen from London. Did you see the John Virtue paintings of it, currently at the Natl. Gallery? Quite impressive, I thought, but maybe a bit too much black. And the Africa Remix show at the Hayward? My favourite was that huge fabulous ceremonial "cloth" woven out of recycled bottle tops.
Gosh Natalie, your comment appeared before I'd finished putting this up! It's a pain that Blogger only accepts one photo per post and a laborious (and visible) process of cutting and pasting then has to be undertaken.
I haven't seen the John Virtue paintings - must do so.
Your writing is flowing, literary, expressive. Perhaps you feel fragmented?
I love these pictures. That is where I was a few weeks ago. I stayed with my friends on the South Bank - close to the New Globe. I loved the Africa Remix. The view is spectacular. It is the first time that I have been to London that I actually liked being there!
I love that first photo of the ferris wheel! And don't worry about what your blog "should" be: just let it take you were it wants. When I first started blogging, I thought it would be a vehicle for my writing: the photos were something I added later, and only reluctantly. Now, though, folks seem to like the photos as much if not more than the writing, which is something I never would have expected.
Blogging is largely about serendipity. If you show up & have the willingness to post *something,* something surprising will appear! :-)
Jean, I love your comment, "Out of no, won’t, leave, can’t, and into stopping, being, looking. Out of grey weariness, blue melancholy, red temper, into grey water, blue sky, red tulips." I, too, find that photographing can help me just see. And I agree with the others here that you should just post whatever feels right. Sometimes the sentence-forming part of my brain is fatigued, or rattled, or unhappy while the visual and photo-taking part is doing just fine. Go with what wants to express itself.