The same pillbox photographed in 2009 and 2016. The first shot looks west towards East Runton and the second image looks east towards Cromer, the distinctive Victorian pier being visible on the horizon.
Originally constructed on the clifftop, the pillbox ended up down on the beach due to coastal erosion. An intricate series of coastal defences were constructed in key locations along the Norfolk coast, many of which can still be seen.
At the start of World War 2, Norfolk was seen as the most logical location for a potential German invasion of England due to its geographical location (closest part of Britain to Germany) and beaches with deep water access that would enable ships to get close into the coast and put troops ashore.
Images taken on moors near Stanhope and Consett in County Durham.
Images from a new project that i’m adding to the mini blog on my main website this month. Early days but I like the results so far – especially the digital black and white which I’ve never really been keen on until now. The prejudice of an old school film fan.
It’s been a tough year, photography wise. I just haven’t been that happy with making pictures or photography in general. With this little project i’m trying to remedy that malady and try to get back on track. At the moment it feels like i’m running on empty.
As for the reasons, well i think it’s mostly about last year catching up with me. There was no time to emotionally deal with events at the time. Keep calm and carry on was the unofficial motto, but you have to pay the bill eventually. No avoiding it.
Grief. I think it arrived earlier this year and it’s been hard to shake off since. Some days lurking in the background, others up close and personal. Subtle but strong.
Grief. Small word. Big impact.
Photography is so intrinsically part of my life that maybe its no wonder that it’s been affected by recent events. Photography is feeling, and I’ve been feeling numb, tired and a bit lost. Hopefully this little project can start to put me back on track.
Sea front at Hunstanton, Norfolk – September 2016
Albatros : Wells Next the Sea, Norfolk – 2007 | Photo by Enid M Flint
Well the blog has been quiet for the last few months due to my Mum’s death in December after a five month battle with cancer. She was 69 years old.
To be honest i think i’m still processing the events of last year. The whole horrid situation in 2016, from Mum’s cancer diagnosis to the day of her funeral, seemed surreal at times and moved with a speed that was hard to keep pace with. Then it’s over and you have to pick up the pieces, and get on with life again. Not exactly easy.
Fortunately Spring is nearly here and I’m starting to turn my thoughts again to photography. It’s a sort of therapy if truth be told. To start with I’ve been going through my archive and I came across some of my Mum’s photographs saved alongside mine. Ten years ago she got a small Pentax Optio S7 digital compact after the photo bug bit. Over the next decade she enjoyed taking photographs here and there, but one image always did stand out from the rest. Her best shot.
The photograph above is what i always referred to as her ‘best photo’. The one she had to beat. It was taken just as the Albatros ( a sailing ketch with a fascinating history) was being tied up in the harbour after a trip out. My Mum was always fascinated by the people in the image. Were the two figures on the right hand side of the photo related – mother and son perhaps? She always thought so. Was that the father leaning forward? Only the crewman with the mooring rope is obviously identifiable.
It has the look and feel of a painting. The way the figures stand on the deck, the light, the framing of the photo and even the subject matter all lend themselves to canvas. Sadly my Mum never had the opportunity to surpass this photograph, though it has to be said that it would be a tough image to equal, let alone surpass.
On the phone – Market place, Helmsley – North Yorkshire, UK
With everything that’s going on at the moment (see the last blog post), it’s nice to be able to get brief escape from it all even if it is only for a couple of hours.
The fact that there will be no Scotland trip this year also weighs heavy.
This image was taken in the nearby market town of Helmsley in North Yorkshire. The town is small but gets a huge amount of visitors each year, though i would say that the people in the photo are most probably locals.
It looks like i’d been spotted by the woman sat third from right.