Autumn in the new forest

Autumn in the new forest is always a treat, there’s fewer people around for starters, and the leaves and autumnal colours are much easier on the eye than the great green swathes of summer. Always plenty to do or see, and the pubs/restaurants serve some of the best food in the UK.

Foggy Afternoon at the seaside

IMG_2311 (1)OK, so it’s not the best photo I’ve ever taken technically, it was after all grabbed during a brisk walk along the seafront at Southend on Sea, and a damp freezing fog had just started rolling in from the water on the only camera I had available at the time, the trusty iphone 6. Now we all know that in low light, it’s not the best you’re going to see, but it was in reality pretty bright out. Nevertheless, the fog has reduced the contrast far better than I could have done in post production, giving the image a somewhat surreal, almost watercolour like effect. I’d promised myself that only my best images would get uploaded here (unlike my Flickr account which has a lot of painful reminders of amateur errors) but there’s just something about this one that I keep coming back to. Despite it’s appearance, I can assure you this one is straight out of the phone, no editing whatsoever.

 

Left Behind

Forgotten

 

I’m on Lonely Street, number fifty three.
Boarded up property,
I’ll probably get pulled down.
Litter all around inside there’s
no sound and no light.
But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping.
Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking.
On the way my timbers creaking,
Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose,
knee high in refuse.
But even though I’m a slum,
I’m still of some use.
There was a time when my walls where decorated.
And under my roof children where educated.
But now paint’s faded, windows are all smashed,
a crash in the economy robbed me of my family.
And no strategy, combats negative equity,
so that’s it. Like violence it’s drastic.
I’m freaking, and seeking to be
more than just a house for crack.
Somebody bring my family back.