Wednesday, 6 May 2015

1299 : Artistas

Corrugated Poster, Lorca, Spain (April 2015)

I am inclined to say that this must be as close to "art" as anything I have produced for some time. But that would involve me in trying to decide what "art" was. Let us just say that this is a collection of torn old posters on a corrugated iron door in Lorca, Spain. Artistas.

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

1298 : As Warm As A Fresh Slice Of Toast

STONE CARVING, LORCA, MURCIA
"Stone cold", that's what they say about a cup of tea left too long. "As cold as stone" has described a hundred lips in a hundred songs. But given the Spanish sun and a rich golden hue, stone can be as warm as a fresh slice of toast, warm enough to put a smile on any pair of lips.

Sunday, 3 May 2015

1297 : Just A Lock


DOORLOCK, PINOSO, SPAIN

There is something rather mysterious about locks. Do they keep things in or things out? That dark chasm, framed by rust, is a kind of sentinel. Or there again, it might just be a lock.

Saturday, 2 May 2015

1296 : Paint On Paint


PAINTED WALL, PINOSO, SPAIN

The Spanish have a habit of spraying exposed gable ends with some kind of brown plastic foam which makes them look like they have been cauterised during some architectural operation. Occasionally they go to the other extreme and fill in the gap with a painted mural. This example is from the small town of Pinoso and it seemed appropriate that for paint on stone I should use a Photoshop canvas filter.

Friday, 1 May 2015

1295 : Just On The Off- Chance


WALL POSTER, LORCA, MURCIA

One of the great delights of digital photography and modern memory cards is that you can click away, just on the off chance. This was a half-torn, half-forgotten poster on a building site in Lorca. I have no idea what it advertised, but who cares. I think the off-chance might just have worked.

Thursday, 30 April 2015

1294 : Barking Mad


PALM TREE, SPAIN

When you think about it, most palm trees wear ridiculous coats. Oaks, and Ash and Sycamores sport staid, respectable, classic trunks; the Crombies of arboreal outerwear. But with palm trees some mad, hippy designer seems to have lost the plot, coming up with a design that would even raise eyebrows on a Paris catwalk.

Monday, 20 April 2015

1293 : A Classic English Local


BAR IN PINOSO, SPAIN

Day 1 in Spain and I am woken up at some unearthly hour by Radio Leeds wanting to interview me about what makes for a good English pub. We do the interview over the phone whilst I am sat under the Spanish sun. It all seems wrong somehow. Later we walk by this Spanish "pub". Somehow it doesn't fit in with my definition of the classic English local.







Sunday, 19 April 2015

1292 : The Echo Of A Euphonium


SALVATION ARMY CITADEL, CROSS BURGESS STREET, SHEFFIELD

It is fifteen years since any hallelujah rang out through these rafters. The band marched off to new premises in 2000 leaving behind memories, the echo of a euphonium and the empty shell of a listed building. It might sound like sacrilege but ... it would make a good pub.

Saturday, 18 April 2015

1291 : Keeping Time For The Dance Of Progress


HALLAMSHIRE COAL CLOCK, VICTORIA QUAYS, SHEFFIELD

Hallamshire Coal Supplies Ltd is long gone from Victoria Quays in Sheffield. Where once coal was unloaded from barges, now skinny lattes are sipped and amusing little chiantis are uncorked. But the clock remains. keeping time for the dance of progress.

Friday, 17 April 2015

1290 : A Pint Of Dark Mild


YE OLD HARROW, BROAD STREET, SHEFFIELD

Built in 1825, the Old Harrow is the last of some 17 pubs that stood in Broad Street, Sheffield. And whilst the building is still standing, nobody will be downing a pint in there any time soon as the interior of the building is wrecked. When it was open it was supposed to be haunted: dark figures were reputed to wander through the bars late at night. For several years the dark figures have had the place to themselves, which is sad. Very sad.