I’ve made a considerable number of shots of these skips recently. Some on this roll, and others on the following couple of rolls too. Part of this is down to lockdown restrictions reducing the number of places I can make pictures, but also because I think there are a number of interesting photos to be had in this location. There are maybe two or three dozen skips of varying sizes on an area of land outside a metal recovery firm and, after rain, large puddles form and create further compositional options. The skips are in a number of different colors and, as is the way with such objects, all have varying degrees of rust, dents, and other interesting patina. It’s an industrial “edgelands” type location that may not be to all tastes, but beauty and interest lies in the eye of the beholder.
Lunchtime walk in snow Approaching the nearby lake The sound of some geese
A couple of photographs taken within 50-feet or so of one another, looking in different directions (roughly north-east and north-west), but quite similar in look and feel thanks to the tall buildings in this part of town and the way they have reflected the clear blue of the sky. They both share the theme of reflections too.
It’s one of those horribly humind days here today. I had plans of finishing work for the week and getting on with a few things I wanted to do. But then, literally just as I was about to down tools for the day one of my sons infomed me that his internet wasn’t working. All the other network connected devices in the house were operating as expected. Cue the next 1.5 hours of me faffing around trying to find a solution.
At first I thought it might just be a case of resetting the router, but that failed to resolve things. Then I tried swapping his homeplug for one from a working device. No luck there. I tried deleting his PC from the router so it would reconnect. Nada. Eventually I found out that, for some unknown and annoying reason, the plug socket in which his homeplug was inserted was at fault. Despite it looking like it was fine – the homeplug lit up and flickered as though connected, and it had been working perfectly well for years up until today – for some reason it now wasn’t. Connecting the homeplug to another socket six inches away resolved the issue.
And now, here I am, hot, sweaty and pi**ed off at having to start my weekend in this way.
Here are a coiple of photos of windows on office blocks for no real reason other than I uploaded them both to Flickr today.
The Moss, which winds its way down the Moss Valley in south-eastern Sheffield until it joins the River Rother at Eckington. This is a spot about half way between Ford and Eckington close to the footbridge I used to cross the stream.
People waiting to cross cast their reflections on the wet road surface.
It’s one of those photos where I noticed after scanning the negative that someone appears to have spotted me when I took the photograph (three people in this case!). It’s a little difficult to tell for certain, and some of them might just have been glancing in my direction, but I always get an “I’ve been spotted!” feeling when I notice such things.
I was hardly being covert to be fair – stood on the oposite side of the road with a camera to my eye. 🙂
I thought that I would share a couple of photographs of the same location in today’s post as it could make for an interesting comparison. The place is a local reservoir about five miles from my home, and both pictures were taken in similar conditions at around the same time of day a week or two apart. The weather was comparable on both occasions (although there’s a little more hazy cloud in the second shot).
The first shot was taken with my Zeiss Mess-Ikonta 524/16 medium format folding camera on Fuji Provia 100F. This camera has a superbly sharp lens. The second shot was taken with my recently acquired Holga 120N on some expired Kodak Tri-X (from a badly manufactured batch that shows the backing paper details on the negatives). This camera has a plastic lens which is somewhat sharp in the centre, but not really anywhere else.
The first picture is looking roughly north-east across the water, the second north-west, but I was stood at the same spot on the bank for both pictures.
If I had to pick a favourite from the two than I think I’d have to go for the Holga shot. It lacks the sharpness and definition of the Zeiss photo, but makes up for it with heaps of atmosphere. My only dislike is the branches creeping into the upper left of the frame – caused either by the Holga’s viewfinder not showing the full image frame, or possibly because with my glasses on it’s a bit difficult to see the full frame in its entirety through the viewfinder. The fact that I have a definite preference for black and white images probably also swings things in its favour.
Today’s photo was taken on the day we visited the WTC Memorial Museum. I can’t remember if I took it while we waited in the queue for entry to the museum, or if it was taken later in the day after I’d been to the top of One World Trade Center and we were walking back to the subway. It’s probably the former, or at least earlier in the day as (as I type this) I recall that storm clouds had begun to cover the sky before we left the WTC district. These same clouds resulted in the downpour that trapped us at Grand Central Terminal, during which I took the photo that I posted here on 15 June.
This is a side entrance to the HSBC building in Sheffield. It’s a new structure that hasn’t yet been occupied which stands on the site of the old Grovsenor House hotel which was demolished a couple of years ago.