I've been meaning to take a look back at some of my oldies, but finding the time has been difficult lately. How did I ever get anything done back in the days when I was working, with young children...
Curious to hear they employed welsh sculptors.
I can't quite place them, but these locations look somewhat familiar. The one with the tree could almost be Drinkwater's farm on Heapey Moor, but then I guess northwest England just has a certain look about it.
That's Hazel is it (for someone who photographs a lot of trees, I'm rubbish at identifying them)? I think I see a lot of it in the woodlands I photograph around here, typically right where I'd rather not have a random scruffy looking bush in the frame.
This is my pick from this set, I love how the moss and ivy are having a damn good try at reclaiming that dry stone wall, with a nicely silhouetted tree lurking in the mist for support.
It's a walk from Wardle Scout hut, over Brown Wardle, down the other side and around Wathergrove Res, back to Wardle where tea and bacon butties were consumed.
I spent ages photographing that tree, I was fascinated with the root structure and its general gnarly nature. A less successful image of the fern was this one...
There was a little crevice to the left of the fern where leaves had collected, almost pooled, along with some fascinating textures in the bark running down into it, although judging by the blackened colour of the bark, I suspect that's not too healthy. This is pretty much straight out of camera and full res for anyone wanting to explore the details, although it does show how quickly DOF falls off on these larger format cameras, particularly in the raised bark on the left, even when shooting at f/11.
Nice. Not a million miles away from where I was thinking of and coincidentally, more or less at the same latitude. I've walked quite a lot in the hills around Todmorden, I'll add this to my list of future places to explore (the prospect of bacon butties at the end sold it to me).
A nice looking building captured well. They really made an effort to make even the most utilitarian buildings look nice in those days, with decorative flourishes everywhere and well chosen materials. If that had been built around here, it would have been torn down by now and replaced with an ugly box, probably painted in shades of beige (which seems to be the primary colour in our town planning department's less than extensive palette).
Main architect T.C. Pomphrey came from Scotland and main engineer W. Gore from Great Britain. The place is amazing - marble, terrazzo floors, brass clocks etc and still fully operational. They call it Palace of Purification .