
Urban Images
It wasn't long before I began to get an imense satisfaction from looking at urban images of degredation. Noticing the effects of weathering and nature on the man-made landscapes that we create and seeing the impermanace of all things and the beauty in that.

A rusty old winch on the desolate Shingle Street in Suffolk. It had been used, but not for a fair while, to haul boats back onto the beach. Rust and pealing paint in all its Glory!

This is part of a series I did of some upturned rowing boats that had seen better days. All patched and repaired to varying degrees I was delighted to see such a wealth of colour and texture. This smooth caramel patch caught my eye.

It was a very dull day at Shingle Street in Suffolk and I had to use a flash to capture this beautiful contrasting rust and metal to its full potential.

Who would have realised such amazing textures lay waiting to be seen on upturned rowing boats. As well as evidence of wear and tear an array of varied methods of repair. I only wish that I had actually painted this!

This little huddle of upturned rowing boats on the beach at Mersea had me embroiled in a micro/ macro world. Were these tiny painterly marks on the bottom of a boat or actually aerial photography of coastal plains in some foreign country that I had always admired?

Such masterpieces in the least expected of places. I will forever be looking at the underside of boats! Were these photographs of space taken by the latest spaceship? Or a famous artists’ latest work? I’ve always loved orange tones and so here I felt a great sense of satisfaction seeing them set off by the black which seamed to intensify the colour.

Was it a collage? A work of art for sure – by some boat owner slacking on his paint duties, allowing the wear and tear to reveal micro works of art on the bottom of his rowing boat!

Not knowing much about boat repairs I can but assume these are fibreglass and paint in the most beautiful patterns on this upturned rowing boat on a Mersea beach

Over last summer this small part of the beach at Mersea became my most popular visiting place when the sun was shining. Each visit threw up more and more opportunities, not that the boats were changing but that my eye was caught by a different part of the surface every time.

I never expected that rowing boats had such amazing patterns on their underside! The more you look the more you see! This one looked like a beautifully subtle collage.

The different colours and textures on the bottom of these upturned rowing boats were a feast for eyes that I visited often, each time seeing a new work of art in small parts of the surface areas. Little did the owners know that their neglect and patching up were so beautiful to my eyes.

To many who look at this it seams like a planetary photo of a sun but who would have guessed it is the underside of a lowly rowing boat on a beach in Mersea.

A bodged fibreglass patch on the bottom of a boat where the unsuspecting owner thinks it will never be seen was a delight to my eyes on this upturned rowing boat in Mersea

This painterly effect would be cherished in an piece of artwork but here it was created by wear and tear on the underside of a rowing boat on a Mersea beach, Essex

I was initially taken by the colours of this Graffiti and on closer inspection loved the texture of the brick coming through revealing the natural colour of the brick and mortar which is as intense in colour as the actual Graffiti.

As the name suggests this is indeed a sign on the gate into the graveyard here in Sudbury. It was a bit of a chance find whilst dawdling around waiting for the sun to come out to photograph the drain in Marlborough Drive which had caught my eye.

And oh what a fine example of a drain this is! I took such delight in the multi layering of that stark cold metal with the different letters peeping through, the varied colours of yellow lines beautifully and quite accidentally layered over the top and pebbles strewn randomly amongst it all

My hunt for urban micro treasures in Sudbury led me to the train station. What at first had appeared to be a rather colourless environment provided me with a blue bench. I was delighted to discover a rather worn patch!