Saturday, 25 January 2014

Ghost Town, Beach on the Prom and Eternal Flame

"Ghost Town" :- A murky, dark and moody image of Terminus Road in Brighton, England. It was (approx) 03:00 am and the streets were deserted, quiet and eerily empty. The huge curved wall that stretches up the road on the right hand side is actually the side of Brighton Train Station. It was built in 1840 by the London & Brighton Railway and originally connected Brighton to Shoreham just a few miles west along the coast. A year or so later it also connected to Lewes (to the East of Brighton) and more importantly to London (51 miles / 82 km north ). Brighton is the seventh-busiest station in the UK outside of London with (approx) 16.1 million passengers a year. If it wasn't for the road markings and modern electric street lights this scene looks no different to how it was when the station was first built back in Victorian days.

"Beach on the Prom" :- This is a shot of the promenade in Hove on the south coast of England. A few weeks ago Britain got hammered by a series of storms that effectively changed much of its coastlines and put a lot of the country underwater. We were pretty lucky within the Brighton area but many others were not as fortunate. The English Channel turned into a monster for a day or so and it picked up a lot of the beach in Hove and dumped it onto the promenade. The clean up operation is a slow process so much of the beach and it's pebbles are still piled up and scattered about the place.

"Eternal Flame" :- Another wonderful sunset and dramatic sky shot from the beach in one of my favourite places...Ovingdean Gap, near Brighton, England. Sunsets are odd things to try and photograph. You have to be able to predict them or have some sort of feeling based on the hours and weather leading up to sundown. Unless you live in a place where you can see the sunset from your window you need to make the effort to be in the right place at the right time. Sometimes I venture a mile or so down to the beach only to find the skies are clear and he sun simply drops down and vanishes without putting on any display at all. It's all a bit hit and miss. However, this day was different. The tide was somewhere in the middle of coming in or going out and some heavy clouds had rolled into position. I knew then and there that if the sun behaved itself the show was going to be great. It did and it was. The clouds and sea trap the light and squeeze it as the night pushes the day out of the way. It changes by the second and with every second it catches your breath.

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