I often shun Motorways in England. They’re great to get somewhere fast, but don’t let you experience much on your way to wherever you’re going.
So when I happen on the perfect mix of gnarly trees, a thatched roof house, a dramatic sky and the right light conditions, I have to stop by the side of the road, which isn’t easy everywhere, carefully walk to the appropriate spot, and capture what I see in my mind.
This was taken in the New Forest, Hampshire, on my way to Lyndhurst.
Yep! Some of these typical British places are just awesome. Case in point: this mid 19th Century building houses The Mitre, which ensures everybody’s stomach is full and everyone’s whistle is kept lubricated. I just love buildings like this.
Can’t recall where I was exactly in West London. That’s what happens sometimes on walkabouts. I just know I was stricken by the diffused light brightening the facades on the street, as if a giant soft box had been used to set the stage for my enjoyment. I obliged.
On a walkabout on Shaftesbury Avenue, in London’s West End, which is also the City of Westminster, towards Piccadilly Circus. The sun was behind me and the sky and buildings created a nice contrast. I love downtown views with people going about their business. I find details and elements I would not normally have come up with.