Autumn Light In Dean Village

I had a spare hour to play with last week at lunch time, and decided to visit Dean Cemetery and Dean Village, near the centre of Edinburgh. I walked the path from the cemetery, along the Water of Leith, which is a gorge cut through Edinburgh, with a river running through it.

The lucky people who live here are surrounded by trees and the sound of the river as it flows out to the sea, yet are minutes walk from the centre of the city.

The sun was wonderful, and you can see how low in the sky it is now, as only the tops of houses caught the rays, even at midday.

Winter Silhouette

I took a walk along part of the Antonine wall today, as it had stopped raining, and the sun was out. Despite it being nearly midday, the winter sun this far north hangs low in the sky, and there were some wonderful silhouettes to be seen. Along the brow of the hill, along with an old stone wall were trees which looked as though they had withstood strong winds for many years.

I thought this one was a suitable entry for Photo Friday’s ‘Rugged’ theme.

Meeting in the Turbine Hall

I love the Tate Modern gallery in London.

A re-modelled power station, the main exhibition space used to house giant turbines, generating power for thousands of homes and businesses. Now it is a meeting space for friends, about to embark on an afternoon voyage of discovery.

I had sneaked my tripod onto a walkway above the main space, as I had visualised a long exposure with the movement of people below. I wasn’t quick enough, and a security guard stopped me from putting it up. To his credit, he did allow me to continue without the tripod. So I hand-held this one, and managed to get a stationary couple surrounded by movement. It turned out better than I had expected, and this remains a favourite.

Submitted to Photo Friday challenge ‘Public Space‘.


Back in the days when I mostly shot and developed my own film, I visited Barcelona for a week.

My main reason for going was to see the architecture of Gaudi. I’m a secret design and architecture nerd, and the prospect of seeing his wonderful buildings, the Sagrada Família and the Picasso museum in a few days was too much to miss. What I hadn’t reckoned on was the wonderful sea front with a man-made beach (La Barceloneta), which had this curious sculpture by Rebecca Horn called ‘Homenatge a la Barceloneta’.

I loved that this bizarre-looking object was thrusting out of the sand, yet to locals it was perfectly ordinary, and this person was using it to change into his swimming gear on.

I think this was shot on Ilford film, and I scanned it with my very cheap flat bed scanner later. Real film grain – isn’t it wonderful?