This is the first in an occasional series of posts looking at a particular place and events that happened there in the past. When I take a photograph I am always struck by that sense of moment it represents; for a fraction of a second I captured this instant. In that moment I also feelContinue reading “The Great Eastern”
I have a strong sense of time and place. Sometimes it is looking through old photographs and connecting with the moment they were taken. On other occassions it is when I am photographing a place where something happened. I am currently working on a series of photo essays that will be appear on the blog over the next few months. Through my photographs and research they will each look at a particular place and a particular time.
To commemorate the lifting of the old tranway through Weymouth town centre I have produced a short video of the photographs I took walking the line back in 2017.
In my previous post I wrote about personal memories. In this post I look at our collective memories especially in the light of the current controversy over “denying history” following the toppling of slavers’ statues.
An enforced sojourn in my home town results in a few reflections on its past and present, and I am struck by the unique attraction of an actual railway line running down the middle of the road.