SOMERSET LEVELS 435 – WALKING WESTON’S STREETS 4
December 6, 2019 Leave a comment
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Weston-super-Mare, my home town, on the coast where the Somerset Levels run down into the Bristol Channel – the local, somewhat muddy, version of the sea. Following a recent reunion with age-old friends there (here), I’ve been visiting Weston again, and walking streets echoing with things remembered – sometimes only half-remembered – from over half a century ago.
Weston is a seaside town and, like seaside towns the UK over, it is experiencing something of an economic downturn – the era of the family seaside holiday in uncertain British weather is long past, due to cheap holidays in warmer and far more reliable, foreign climes. So, there is to Weston something of the cheap and cheerful, a – to me, anyway – rather attractive tattiness at the edges, that makes walking here with a camera a pleasure – a definite feeling of not knowing what will appear next. The Ghost of FATman Past perhaps? Well, if he gives me half a chance, I’ll photograph him …
And so in Nov 2019 to pictures taken with an open mind – pictures which are, for better or for worse, in the main quite different from the preceding 400+ that I’ve posted of the Somerset Levels. Some of them may be a little obscure / far out / radical / unexplained / I don’t know… but I did mention photographing with an open mind, which means looking, on the spur of the moment, at anything and everything … But, whatever, warts and all, I hope you’ll like (at least some of) these images. (Click onto them to enlarge them)
Earlier posts in this series are here: 1 2 3 .
A short history of Weston is here.
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Wet morning: drenched leaf on drenched pavement
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