CLICK ON THE IMAGE TO SEE THE SLIDESHOW FULL SIZED These pictures were taken on a visit to Gloucester, New England in 2018. It’s America’s oldest fishing port, and is is still very much a working town, rather than a place tourists visit. Whilst I was there I discovered that Edward Hopper had visited the town in the 1920s, and one of the paintings he did there, mansard Roofs, launched his career at the age of 40. I can understand […]
It’s strange, that which sits in our minds, quietly influencing us without us knowing. I was near the top of Hampden Street in Gloucester, where it’s topped neatly by Hovey. It runs steeply downhill, and affords a view of other toytown houses sprinkled on the hill opposite. In the evening, the sun sets behind the houses. Instinct had brought me there, not a guide book, and I was sure I’d found just the place to take my photograph. A black […]
TRASK STREET, GLOUCESTER, NEW ENGLAND – DUSK Where does the sense of the familiar lie within us? It certainly exists within our fingertips, nostrils, eyes and ears, traveling along our bloodstream to these extremities like salmon returning to spawn. It feels as if we are sometimes betrayed by this physical process when experiencing things for which we have the same vocabulary, but which are not the same. And we may also, when confronting a world that is subtle in its […]