Cold Water, Worn Concrete, Wet Wood
The final section of river where the River Blyth joins the North Sea is where it opens up beyond the marina and fishing sheds out to some wetlands and an old, crumbling concrete pier over on the Walberswick side. The pier really drew my eye, some of it has collapsed and much of it is warn by the constant heavy tides washing in and out of the inland wetlands. The benches are on a low section on riverside and must be completely submerged every high tide. I couldn’t help but imagine watching the day pass by sat there as the water rose and fell.
I’m heading back to Southwold for Christmas and it got me looking through the photos from my winter trip there early this year. I’ve hardly posted any of the photos from that trip so I’ll be putting a load up in the weeks before I return, starting with these.
11/26/2009
People are strange.
We can spend mountains of cash and years worth of time, creating a sense of place and creating worth in an area.
Then just as quickly as we start, we leave. To be fair: Fashions change and industries collapse and move on but it is the fact that we often collectively forget that puzzles me. It’s the (relatively) sudden shift from bustling to emptiness that strikes me.
Still, at least this creates lots of interesting opportunities for us as as explorers and photographers.
These are my kind of b&w. I like real contrast, strong black with bright whites. Gold Star*