The Market

It is often said “All roads lead to Rome”
A good number of years ago we followed one of those many roads and got to Rome.
We traveled with my Board members so it could hardly be described as “Budget trip”.
From our Hotel Ponte Sisto we began to explore that ancient City. One of our walks took us to a Market close to the hotel. It was a busy place filled with people, both locals and tourists. I especially noticed this elderly Lady making her way with her modest purchases and wondered what she was going home to. Perhaps some shared room or maybe one of her favourite places for sleeping rough?
It is perhaps strange, but when I travel I become more aware of the people around me and begin to think about their background. Each of them on their own journey beginning as an innocent baby and finishing, who knows where and when? A journey filled with happy and sad moments. With success and failure?

Twosome

Until now the Danish winter has been relatively mild. Very little snow and some mornings with a white covering of frost covering the countryside. A few days ago was such a morning and we decided to go to the forest. By the time we had breakfasted and got ourselves ready, the frost on the trees had largely disappeared and only the undergrowth and the short grasses had retained the frost. It was a bright day with a blue sky and the forest was busy with people who had the same idea as we. This couple passed us while we were photographing.
We returned home refreshed and inspired.

London Railings

London Railings
You see them at elegant terraces and squares. To me they are almost “Iconic” of London.
They are the cast iron railings, painted in a glossy black. They spread out from the elegant front doors and as often they are guarding the steps leading downstairs (the servants access)
During the second world war most of them were removed to be used in the war effort. As it turned out, the authorities had overestimated the need for iron or some administrator had fouled up. I have read stories about them being dumped at some lonely coastal area. In my latest search on the net I found, that many were dumped in the Thames estuary in such quantities that Tugs had to be used to navigate, as the huge quantities of cast iron threw the magnetic compasses out. whatever happened to them, they are back again in all there glory and together with, the now rare red telephone booths, say welcome to London.

King’s Cross Station

When we visit London, we like to stay at The George Hotel in Bloomsbury. To get there we catch the Piccadilly Line from terminal 5 at Heathrow. We will get off either at Russell Square or King’s Cross Station. Russell Square Station is crowded and serviced by slow lifts, whereas King’s Cross, recently refurbished, is spacious and effective. The modern concourse is buzzing with people filling the shops and restaurants. This is a shot of a few of the travellers spending time on the mezzanine floor under the large domed roof.

A Copenhagen Street

I spend much time looking at the old photographer’s pictures from the fifties and earlier. Many of grey and gritty streets with children playing and mothers chatting. What most of them have in common, is the almost total absence of cars. I have spent much time in Copenhagen and other European cities photographing in the streets and every street of interest was choked with cars. The other day my son and I went into Copenhagen and came across this short stretch of street. It just had to be photographed.
Camera Sony RX 100 MK 3

High on a hill

The day began with a clear blue sky much welcome after days of rain. it seemed a good day for a drive into the countryside. Before long clouds appeared, creating dramatic views over the the landscape. we set course for this old windmill perched on a hill in the otherwise flat country. we finished our drive with tea at a lovely lake.

Flowers for Mummy

It was a busy Saturday morning in our little town. The streets were filled with stalls of various kinds, staffed with people promoting a multitude of things. This little lady was helping Daddy carrying flowers home for mummy.
Nikon D750

A time to play

It was Saturday and our little town was full of activity. All of the political parties and many of the voluntary organisations such as Red cross, Save The Children, The Heart Foundation, etc etc, had set up stalls and were canvassing for their cause. There were also a number of clubs helping to the fill the street. The main street was packed with people. This little lad had obviously decided to take a break and sat quietly playing with some toy. He looked content and concentrated.

Woody revisits

We have always done a lot to get the birds to visits our garden. Several years ago families of Great Spotted Woodpeckers visited my special constructed “Woody” pole. Magpies moved in and the Woodpeckers and other birds became fewer. Early one morning a couple of weeks ago, we were lying in bed with our cup of Tea, when we heard a Woodpecker in one of the dead branches in our old plum tree. I have specially left the many dead branches on the deceased tree to encourage the birds. Between us we managed to get the camera and take several pictures of this female Great Spotted Woodpecker. As can be seen, from the flying dust, she was hard at work. She came back a few more times, but lately we haven’t seen her. but we have seen plenty of signs of her

Pied Kingfisher

In 2007 we returned to South Africa for a three weeks visit. A good deal of that time we spent in game reserves. It was in the Mkuze reserve in the northern part of KwaZulu Natal that we came across a, not much used, observation platform. from There we saw several Pied Kingfishers. I found them totally fascinating and have often since thought of spending time just making a project of photographing them.
Camera Nikon D2X
Lens Nikon 200 – 400 mm