Another Ed’s challenge, this time rainbows, so a repost of recent one.
In my defence this was taken on my Nexus 7 through a window in need of cleaning.
Month: November 2014
Sight Lines and Angles
The Shard dominates the south bank between Tower Bridge and Southwark Bridge. Whatever other feelings it may inspire it is also useful if, like me, you like to learn an area by getting thoroughly lost in it, and then need to find your way back.
In it shadows you can find odd moments like this where any number of interpretations of angular shapes collide. This is in the little cut through from the north end of Borough Market to Hays Galleria. The Shard is of course ever present.
With this handy reference point I have started to learn my way around Bermondsey. Perhaps not something a Finchley boy should admit to.
Back on the civilised side of the river and looking back at the Mayoral Folly, More London Place, and it.
Sunday Stills – Light My Fire
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Car Interiors
Some images from Glorious Goodwood. In age order:
A 1938 Mercedes Benz W154
A 1967 Ferrari
The driver’s eye view from a 1970 Tyrell Cosworth
And finally (in the hopes someone buys and bank rolls them) a Caterham F1 car from 2013
I’m amazed by the number of buttons and dials the drivers need to keep track of while hurtling around at eye popping speeds and being subjected to body bending g forces.
Check in with Cee for more challenges and great photos.
Minimalist London
As a North Londoner I am having to make a slight geographical adjustment, the South Bank is not South London. The Sarf, is a barely habitable hinterland populated by barbarians and connected by nonsensically curving roads. Horse and cart country in the space age. The South Bank is a vibrant enclave of architecture and culture, with odd artistic gestures thrown in.
The block in the above serves no purpose. It just is. Perhaps the South Bank does share some characteristics with South London after all.
The mayor’s office is a lopsided little folly, and it is approached by way of this grey amphitheatre.
And then of course, because I was wondering around on the 11th of the 11th I hopped over the bridge to look at some poppies.
Cross Cultural Living and the Poppy
A year on, so time for a reblog
I was born in London, and apart from university and a year working away, I have lived my whole life there. My parents were born in India, and moved to Pakistan. If you trace my roots back far enough you will find yourself on the eastern shore of the Arabian Peninsula. I am a Muslim, I am a Shia. I wear a poppy on and around Remembrance Day, and it has never been a dilemma.
I have seen the armed forces of this country, my country; go to war against people who share my faith and my ethnicity. And yet every year I wear a badge proclaiming solidarity with those soldiers, sympathy for their suffering, financial support for their welfare, and it has never been a dilemma.
I bought poppies for my kids because I think they should learn to be part of this tradition.
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You take the high road, I’ll take the low road
Studies on the theme of height and descent. First a short drop at great speed:
Ducks landing
Picking up the pace to a quicker descent, although still well controlled:
Hill slide at Godstone Farm
And then a wanted and unwanted descent, while the red slide is quick and hazardous, I’d prefer it to a fall from the pear tree.
Looking down at the treehouse from the middle of the pear tree
And finally another hat tip to mother nature, a muddy descent and the fallen tree descending back into her embrace.
Fallen tree at Groomsbridge
Only the ducks were taken with my camera, the rest were off my phone. And if the title has left you with a hankering for a sing a long, here are Runrig and the Tartan Army.
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Ali Abbas 