Saturday, 30 August 2014

Powerless, East Hill Lift and Park Light

"Powerless" :- Shot way back in November 2012 during a power outtage in our area. Beyond the hill in the distance sits the sprawling coastal city of Brighton. It usually causes the clouds to glow underneath as it lights up for the evening but on this occasion everything was natural as the power cut was widespread. The image was taken from the top of Ovingdean Road in the ancient village of Ovingdean, Sussex, England.

"East Hill Lift" :- This is the East Hill Lift, a funicular railway in the seaside town of Hastings, England. It travels up and down between the Old Town and Hastings Country Park. It was opened in 1903, is driven by electricity, has a track length of 81 meters (267 feet), has two 'cars' (which carry 16 people in each) and is set at a steep 78% gradient. Originally the station at the top contained large water tanks and the lft operated on a water balance principle. The East Hill Lift is the steepest funicular railway in the United Kingdom.

"Park Light" :- For the first ten years of my life I lived in the center of Brighton and grew up near this park. Queens Park was my world. I went to school by it, I learned to ride a bicycle in and around it, I played on the swings and climbed up the slide in its playgound, I climbed its trees and I sailed boats on its pond and fed its ducks. This was my world and it was just a ten mnute walk from home. It's odd walking through it now. It feels and looks a lot smaller than I remember it, the pond has shrunk and a few things have changed. The old clock tower is still there, built in 1915 and now a Grade II listed structure. Apparently it was funded by money bequeathed by the late William Godleye, esq. as he was fed up of being asked the time by people each time he wandered about the park so left money behind for the clock to be built. If all goes to plan the park will soon undergo a much needed refurbishment. The playground and pond require some attention and other areas are going to be looked at and hopefully restored and / or fixed. The park originally started off life in 1825, when Thomas Attree (a property owner and developer in Brighton) purchased some land north of Eastern Road to build a residential park surrounded by detached villas, inspired by Regent's Park in London.

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Dark Poet Society : "Beaten"


Life is a struggle
Life is a pain
Life is a battle
Life's not a game
You're hindered by others that scheme and betray
They lie and they cheat to ruin your day 

They hate it when they see things going well
They have to destroy them, turn them to hell
They thrive on your sadness and feed on your sorrow
Love twisting the knife like there's no tomorrow

You're told to fight on and not to give up
Show them your strong, show them you're tough
It's easy for others to say what they're thinking
But deep down inside you're bruised and you're beaten

Friday, 29 August 2014

Wet Court, Trunk Light and Topiary

"Wet Court" :- A deserted basketball court gets wet on Brighton's lower promenade. The famous seaside resort on the south coast of England is a thriving and bustling city when the weather is favourable. The beaches are heaving with people and the attractions and amenities are fit to burst. When the skies darken and the rains fall it's a completely different story as the place empties out and becomes a barren land devoid of life. Needless to say I found I was wandering about in the rain looking for the odd atmospheric shot which was when this soaking wet scene caught my eye.

"Trunk Light" :- This is a large copse of trees just to the side of a country pub & restaurant called The Devil's Dyke. For some reason nobody seems to enter it as they all remain contented to sit by the tarmac carpark or head to the bar for a roast dinner and a pint. However, the view looking north from the top of the Dyke is well worth it as the views stretch as far as the Ashdown Forest, Box Hill, the Hog’s Back and the Isle of Wight (which is over 50 miles away). The famous painter John Constable (1776-1837) once described it as 'the grandest view in the world'. Anyway, this particular evening the sunlight was ripping through the copse as the sun was going down in the West creating an incredible vision of shadows and light.

"Topiary" :- Nymans Gardens at Handcross, Haywards Heath , Sussex have got to be some of the best gardens I have ever had the pleasure to wander around. The gardens themself cover an area that's approximately 30 acres but the entire Nymans estate is set in 600 acres! You can tell this was the home of an Earl and Countess as everything is just so and laid out perfectly. These are the gardens that Lord Snowden walked around as a child. The gardens are now owned by the National Trust and open to the public.

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Dark Poet Society : "Ars Longa Vita Brevis"

"Ars Longa Vita Brevis"

It's a struggle to get noticed
It's hard to get seen at all
It's like swimming up stream as a salmon
It's like banging your head on a wall
You pour everything into creating
Open your heart and bare the soul
Forever chasing perfection
Forever chasing a goal
It's easy to feel like you're beaten
It's hard to keep going at best
But these are the hurdles you face everyday
When you choose to be an artist.

Thursday, 28 August 2014

Morning Gate, Lower Walk and Sparkle

"Morning Gate" :- I'd got up, drawn the heavy curtains and looked out the wall of glass onto a sunlit Dartmoor, an area of moorland in south Devon, England. In my excitement I suddenly found myself dressed and walking up the tight country lane with my camera at 8:00 am. This was one of the first shots I took that morning as the sun started to slowly fll the fields with light for the day. I must have been out exploring for at least an hour before finally returning to the house in time for some coffee and toast. Dartmoor is Protected by National Park status as Dartmoor National Park and covers 954 square kilometres or 368.3 sq miles. It's an area I'd love to fully explore as it's picturesque, wild and so full of surprises.

"Lower Walk" :- This is a shot of the famous Pantiles in Royal Tunbridge Wells which is in the country of Kent, England. The town became famous as a spa during the Restoration period and developed into a tourist resort under Beau Nash (born Richard Nash and was a celebrated dandy and leader of fashion in 18th-century Britain) when the Pantiles and the Chalybeate spring attracted visitors. In the late 1600's buildings were springing up throughout the spa town and shops were built beside the 175 yards (160 m) long Pantiles promenade. Today the entire area is a mixture of antique shops, art galleries, cafés, restaurants and bars.

"Sparkle" :- Looking at this image it's hard to believe that it was taken just to the East of Brighton Marina on the south coast of England as it looks like it could easily have been a shot of the Mediterranean. Usually the English Channel is a grey / green mixture of thrashing waves and white horses and nothing like the idyllic vision I happened to find back in June.

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Dark Poet Society : "Questions"


What's the point?
Why are we here?
Where are we going?
What's the idea?
Where is the meaning?
Are we alone?
Are we all dreaming?
Are we all clones?
What is the future?
What is the past?
What is a lifetime?
How long will it last?
Why do I bother?
Why do I try?
What is a soul?
How long till I die?

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Gold in a Grey Land, Amusements Bowling and Library

"Gold in a Grey Land" :- A wintry sunset fights with a dark blanket of cloud on a chilly February evening. I'd been on a long walk across the cliff tops and decided to drop down at Saltdean to the undercliff walk for the journey home along the Sussex coastline of England. The entire walk back was a winter vision of gold and grey. I didn't pass anyone or see anyone. It was just me, the dropping sun and the sound of the sea.

"Amusements . Bowling" :- This was the wonderful and picturesque view from my room window in the Deganwy Hotel in Looe, Cornwall. Unfortunately it was only a fleeting visit so I only stayed the one night but managed to explore Looe as best I could in the short time I was there. I don't like the word "quaint" it's used far too much for Devonshire and Cornish towns and villages (Brighton's is forever being called "cosmopolitan" ... I dislike that too) so I will try to refrain from using it to describe the town of Looe. The river splits the fishing port in two and it's East Looe where you'll find the shops, resturants and bars etc. This view is looking across the Looe River and the houses in West Looe.

"Library" :- A moody interior shot of the library room (used as a sittng room) in Nymans House at Handcross, Haywards Heath, Sussex. The room is untouched and as Anne Messel (1902 - 1992), 6th Countess of Rosse left it. The house itself sits in an estate that covers over 600 acres of Sussex Weald and includes 275 acres of woodland, 300 acres of farmland and 50 acres of garden. The gardens are exquisite and well worth a visit but the highlight for me was the house itself. A grand mock-Tudor house that's partially in ruin due to a fire that tore through t in 1947. Just a few rooms remained unharmed and they were used and lived in up until the Countess's death in 1992.

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Dark Poet Society : "In Reflection"

"In Reflection"

The face that stares back looks like me
It looks older but familiar
Slightly tired and worn but it's me
It gazes at me quizzically 
It asks who I am and I reply I don't know anymore
I once knew without question
Back when I was full of fire
Nothing was too much and everything was an adventure
But that spark has been extinguished
It was doused for me long ago
Now all I can do is look at myself
And wonder where I went
The body is the same but it feels empty
The soul is in hiding as darkness takes a hold
And the look that stares back has grown cold

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Gate & Tree, Starboard Court and Liquid Dance

"Gate & Tree" :- Afternoon sunlight floods into a garden and casts shadows on a tree and wall. This was once Rudyard Kipling's garden as he lived at "The Elms" in the village of Rottingdean from 1897 to 1902. At the time he rented the house for 3 guineas a week and it was while he was living at "The Elms" that he wrote Stalky & Co, Kim and some of his famous Just So Stories. The gardens were very nearly lost altogether as permission was sought to build on them until The Preservation Society saved them by purchasing the land and restoring the gardens. They have held the Green Flag award (which is awarded to the best parks and green spaces in England and Wales) frequently. The gardens are open to the public, free and open seven days a week but close around dusk.

"Starboard Court" :- Not the most scintilating of shots and images but an interesting one all the same. If you look beyond and above the building at the far end you can clearly see what looks to be a huge white wall. That is in fact a chalk cliff face and the street lighting that you can just about make out up top marks where the main A259 'Marine Drive' coast road is. The concourse and buildings were once all sea until a huge undertaking in engineering reclaimed the land and the sea was effectivley held back so that mankind could build a car park, superstore, cinema, casino and gymnasium in his persuit of erradicating all nature by concreting it over. This is part of Brighton Marina, a 1,600 berth, 127 acre artificial harbour that was predominantly built between 1971 and 1979 (although it's forever being developed in some form or other).

"Liquid Dance" :- Liquid DanceWhen the weather is fine (and not raining heavily like it is today) I can often be found strolling into Brighton along the undercliff walk. The journey is just over 4 miles (6.43 km) and takes approximately an hour and a half. Just as I am approaching Black Rock (near Kemptown on the outskirts of the City) I see this little section of sea defense still standing its ground when all around it were taken by the elements and forces of nature. It makes me smile each and every time. I have no idea when it was built but judging by its construction (prefabricated concrete slabs) I would hazard a guess at the 1930's or 40's. It serves no purpose whatsoever now but refuses to stand down.

All Photography Copyright © Justin Hill

Dark Poet Society : "The Terminal"

"The Terminal"

It ticks away
Time accelerates
Leaving youth way behind
You hold on tight
Trying to grasp memories
And keep them in mind
It flashes by
With no indication of
The end of the line
It's a patient waiting game
As life travels mile for mile
You breath until you get there
Hope your journey was worthwhile

Monday, 25 August 2014

Dark Poet Society : "Too hard to swallow"

"Too hard to swallow"

It hurts every day
It doesn't get better
Time doesn't heal
I still can't forget her
The sadness engulfs
It devours and consumes
It seeps through my pores
Infuses and fumes
My heart simply aches
My body feels hollow
The love that I lost is too hard to swallow

Pier to Pier, Darkways and Evening River

"Pier to Pier" :- It's funny how some things become unique & iconic in their own right. The old iron railings of the Brighton Marine Palace and Pier (its real full name) are instantly recognisable. The pier opened to the public in 1899 and has been entertaning people ever since. The Pier was recently voted as the most popular free tourist attraction outside of London and saw four million visitors tread its boards in 2013. Just right of center in this image you can see the old skeletal ruins of the West Pier.

"Darkways" :- The title of this relates to the name of the road which is actually 'Greenways'. it's the main road into the ancient and historical village of Ovingdean on the south coast of England. This dark and moody view is looking south down towards the Ovingdean roundabout which is situated on the coast road that runs along the top of the cliffs. It's a long a lonley walk that I have taken many times. Ovingdean is listed (twice) in the Domesday Book of 1086 and is just a couple of miles East of the City of Brighton.

"Evening River" :- A mid evening shot of the the Grand Union Canal in Milton Keynes in Buckinghamshire, England. The water was so still it looked like a sheet of polished glass.No ripples at all. Longboats were moored up beside the tow path, some were quiet and empty but a few had smoke coming out of chimneys and warm light glowing from within. It's something I have never done but I can imagine taking a boat up through the canals must be a very relaxing and rewarding way to spend a few weeks.

All Photography Copyright © Justin Hill

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Courtyard Garden, St. Michael and All Angels and Split Sky

"Courtyard Garden" :- Nymans House and Garden is a National Trust property in Handcross, Haywards Heath, West Sussex. The house and gardens were developed (starting in the late 19th Century) by three generations of the Messel family. The house started off life as a very large Victorian dwelling but was changed into a large mock-Tudor house. In 1947 much of the house was destroyed by a huge fire but some sections remained unharmed and continued to be habitable. It became the home of Anne Messel (Leonard Messel's daughter) and her second husband the 6th Earl of Rosse. Anne Messel was the Countess of Rosse and her son was Antony Armstrong-Jones, 1st Earl of Snowdon. Lord Snowdon had a successful career as a world-renowned photographer. When Leonard Messel died in 1953 the house was willed to the National Trust along with 275 acres of woodland.

"St. Michael and All Angels" :- This is a very eerie and spooky feeling place to wander about. The building was constructed in 1880 to be used as a school during weekdays and to serve as a Victorian mission church on the weekends. It's located in a long forgotten village called Bedham within the Western Weald deep in the heart of West Sussex. The village became a retreat for several artists, writers and composers in the nineteenth and early twentieth Centuries including Rex Vicat Cole (1870-1940), Sir Edward Elgar (1857-1934) and Ford Maddox Ford (1873-1939). I spent some time exploring the ruin and its silence is somewhat chilling. This was once full of the laughter of children or the singing of a congregation. It was in use right up until 1959 when it was suddenly abandoned and left to rot. Finding it was not easy, I knew roughly where I was looking but after a long time driving around i'd given up and was on my way out of the area when I suddenly spotted it by accident.

"Split Sky" :- Timing is everything. I have to admit though that it was a happy accident as I had no idea the sky was going to be quite as dramatic as this. I'd gone down to the beach at Ovingdean Gap (near Brighton on the south coast of England) hoping to catch a good sunset. These things are never definite, you rely on hunches based on how the day has been and have to then work out and estimate your chances. For some reason I headed off to the beach, timing it right for sundown and the "blue hour". It looked to be a normal, uninspiring sort of evening at first. Nothing special happening apart from some clouds over the horizon. But then they shifted and rolled in as they got heavier coinciding perfectly with the sun as it dropped down behind the gap where the sky meets the sea and the magic happened. A deep cobalt blue spread acroos the seaand the light bounced up hit the clouds. Just a bright patch of sky remained to the West which added a stark and beautiful contrast to the shot and image. An incredible thing to witness first hand.

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Dark Poet Society : "I've Given My All"

"I've Given My All"

I am wasting my life
I am wasting my time
I pretend all's ok
I pretend all is fine
I pretend that the future will hold all the answers
I pretend that at some point I'll have a few chances
I know in reality I'm taking a fall
I'm fed up of banging my head on the wall
I'm good at everything that I can do
I know that I'm worth more but think I am through
I'm deflated with little or no return
I've given my all
I've given my all
I've given my all
I've given my all
I've given my all
I've given my all
I've given my all
I've given my all

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Bonehill Glow, Path Between Trees and Red Frame White Light

"Bonehill Glow" :- High up on the hill and overlooking Widecombe-in-the-Moor (a small village located within the heart of the Dartmoor National Park in Devon, England) there sits a large granite formation known as Bonehill Rocks. Most of the huge granite stone outcrops on Dartmoor are known as Tors but there are quite a few (54 in all) that are known simplay as rocks (e.g. Ausewell Rocks, Hemstone Rocks etc). Why they are known as rocks and not Tors is a mystery as there's nothing as far as the eye can see that differentiates one formation from the other. Anyway, this image was shot at Bonehill Rocks during a 21:00 hrs sunset in May. The list of formations not known as 'Tors' is as follows :- AUSEWELL ROCKS, BEACON ROCKS, BLACK ROCKS, BLACKATOR ROCKS, BONEHILL ROCKS, BROADA STONES, BROADUN ROCKS, BUTTERN ROCKS, CHARLIE'S ROCKS, CHERRYBROOK ROCKS, CLITTER ROCKS, DRY LAKE ROCKS, EMSWORTHY ROCKS, FALL ROCKS, FLOCK O' SHEEP, FLOUR ROCKS, FORD ROCKS, GNATS ROCKS, GRADNOR ROCKS, GREATOR ROCKS, HEMSTONE ROCKS, HINGSTON ROCKS, JOHN CANN'S ROCKS, KIT ROCKS, LOWTON ROCKS, MANATON ROCKS, OLD HILL ROCKS, OUTCOMBE ROCKS, PEEK DOWN ROCKS, PETER STONE ROCKS, PIKDON ROCKS, PIXIES PARLOUR, PRINCE HALL ROCKS, PROWTYTOWN ROCKS, ROCKS, THE, RYDERS ROCKS, SADDLE CLOVE ROCK, SADDLE ROCK, SCOBETOR ROCKS, SCORHILL ROCKS, SETTERS ROCKS, SHAPTOR ROCKS, SMALLACOMBE ROCKS, SOUTHCOTT ROCKS, TAW ROCKS, THREE ROCKS, THE, TUNHILL ROCKS, WEST CLEAVE ROCKS, WHITENKNOWLES ROCKS, WILDBANKS ROCKS, WOODER ROCKS,YEALM ROCKS

"Path Between Trees" :- A small dirt track / path winds across the hillside and through a crop of trees at Devil's Dyke near Brighton and Hove on the south coast of England. The picturesque beauty spot is actually in West Sussex but it's only a few miles from East Sussex and it's famous seaside resort so many regard it as being part of Brighton, even though it's not. To the right of the image you can see the land fall away sharply, that's the 'Dyke' itself , a 100m deep V-shaped valley carved by tremendous amounts of water running off the Downs during the last Ice Age.

"Red Frame White Light" :- It's funny how some things become iconic in their own right when they originally started off life as something rather simple and mundane. The Volkswagen Beetle trascended into that realm along with the Spitfire plane, Bic Biro, Pyrex measuring cup, Chuck Taylor Converse Sneakers, Safety pins and the Angelpoise Lamp. There are also designs from TV and Film that have become things of legend and taken off with a life of their own like the Daleks (Doctor Who), Lemarchand's box (Hellraiser) and the DeLorean Time Machine (Back to the Future). But if you mention England to people their thoughts conjure up images of red double decker buses and red iron phone boxes. The red telephone box was designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott and it spread throughout the land and could at one point be found in every village, town and city. Of course they are now a thing of the past and have been superseded by modern technology and the mobile phone. However, some have survived and are (believe it or not) still in use within the UK. This phone box lit up at night is a K6 model from 1935 and is located in the famous stone circle village of Avebury in Wiltshire, England.

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Dark Poet Society : "Broken"


I'm frightened
I'm fearful
I'm scared
I'm anxious for I'm unprepared
The future lays waiting ahead
The unknown's the thing that I dread
I cannot go back, turn around
I'm stuck in a rut
Gone to ground
I'm afraid to come out of my hole
Locked away my sad body and soul
Must protect it from heartache and pain
I don't want to go back there again
The past was distressing and rough 
I'm broken and I've had enough

Friday, 22 August 2014

Sun on the Lake, Dark Arts and Red Row

"Sun on the Lake" :- This was the view as I stood on the Western bank of Lake Siutghiol with the sun setting behind me. The lake is actually a lagoon in Northern Dobruja, Romania and it stretches for over 20 km². The lake is also known as “Mamaia Lake” as its sits by Romania's most popular coastal resort of Mamaia which is a district of the city of Constanța (founded around 600 BC and is the oldest still-populated city in Romania). Mamaia lies on a strip of land 8 km (5.0 mi) in length and only 300 m (328 yards) in width, between the Black Sea and Lake Siutghiol."Sun on the Lake" :- This was the view as I stood on the Western bank of Lake Siutghiol with the sun setting behind me. The lake is actually a lagoon in Northern Dobruja, Romania and it stretches for over 20 km². The lake is also known as “Mamaia Lake” as its sits by Romania's most popular coastal resort of Mamaia which is a district of the city of Constanța (founded around 600 BC and is the oldest still-populated city in Romania). Mamaia lies on a strip of land 8 km (5.0 mi) in length and only 300 m (328 yards) in width, between the Black Sea and Lake Siutghiol.

"Dark Arts" :- An image that's about as 'hot off the press' as you'll ever get from me. This was shot a couple of days ago on Wednesday 20th August 2014 at 16:40 pm. The cloud base was very low and very heavy. It had already 'chucked it down' for half an hour so the beaches were emtpy and devoid of life. Even the gulls had called it a day and taken shelter. The pressure from the storm was big enough to give me a headache so this was the last shot I took before heading off home. I stopped to photograph this beach art / sculpture because the light seemed to be naturally split with the uprights being on a dark and light side. It wasn't until I processed it yeatserday that I realised the image had a 3D quality about it which I have to admit was a happy accident. The sculpture is titled "Passacaglia", it's constructed from recycled cast iron and the artist's name is Charles Hadcock. The shot is a little deceiving as the sculpture itself weighs 20 tonnes and is five meters high! For more information on Charles Hadcock go to

"Red Row" :- Nature provided all I needed to create the image. Rolling curves of land, lush green hues and vibrant red poppies all backed by a wonderful blue sky. There's not much else to add really other than I had already walked for an hour or so and was finally on my way back when I came across the wild poppies growing down the side of a field. The image was shot in Castle Hill Nature Reserve which just to the East of Woodingdean, an eastern suburb of the city of Brighton and Hove in Sussex, England.

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Dark Poet Society : "Depression"


It's a never ending cirlce
A debilitating state
It's a dark and downward spiral
It's a bleak and lonely place

It's a world that's full of sadness
It's a choice we never make
It's a never ending nightmare
From which we never wake

There are days when light does reappear
But they are very rare
As we're consumed by darkness
And our thoughts turn to despair

Thursday, 21 August 2014

Motorboat, White Door and Battle Abbey

"Motorboat" :- A boat with an outboard motor heads up the River Arun at Littlehampton, a seaside town in West Sussex, England. It has been said that Lord Byron, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Percy Bysshe Shelley and John Constable all visited Littlehampton at some point and spent time in the resort. It's another town that is listed in the Domesday Book of 1086 though it can be traced further back to Roman times.

"White Door" :- Souvenir shops, cafes and ice cream stores all jostle for attention in the small and quaint fishing port and village of Mevagissey in Cornwall, England. Everything is backed by a seemingly constant cry of gulls as they swoop around the tourists waiting for something edible to be dropped. A few of the braver gulls land and walk defiantly towards a few holidaymakers as if to put pressure on them to throw food their way. In a small corner of all this mayhem and just within a few feet of the harbour itself I spy a small white door at the top of a narrow set of steps. Just to the right of the steps and tucked away down below there's an old stone alcove that looks as though it predates everything else around it. My mind goes off on a tangent of thought processes as I take the shot. I find myself thinking about how all towns and cities are an amalgamation of centuries of settlement. Each one leaving some architectural marker to let us know it was there. I then make another mental jump and find myself thinking ahead into the far distant future and wonder what will be left of our modern world for others to ponder about and wonder what will have replaced a vast majoriy of it.

"Battle Abbey" :- Seriously imposing and highly impressive. This is the main entrance and gate house to Battle Abbey in the small town of Battle in East Sussex, England. If you go through the arched entrance and enter the complex you will discover a field. No ordinary field though as this was a battle field. The battle that happened here was one of the most important and history changing battles that has ever happened in England. This was the site of the Battle of Hastings in 1066. A few years after the Norman Conquest Pope Alexander II ordered the Normans to do penance for killing so many in answer to the Pope's order William the Conqueror said he'd build an abbey where the battle had taken place. It was finished somewhere around 1094. We're lucky that some of it survives at all because Henry VIII destroyed many of the Abbey's and places of worship during his Dissolution of the Monasteries and Battle Abbey was all but raised to the ground. Fortunately for us it was remodelled in the late 13th century.

All Photography Copyright © Justin Hill

Dark Poet Society : "Lonely"


If there's one thing I hate it's loneliness
It's a solitary silent existence at best
You sleep as a single
You eat on your own
You long for some company
To have in your home

The days are so quiet, so still and so long
With no one to share with they go on and on
You keep yourself busy
And post on the net
But it's no substitute
For a relationship

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Window on the World, Shoreham Tollbridge and Mrs Bumbles

"Window on the World" :- What a view. Incredible isn't it! This window looks out over the Ovingdean roundabout on Marine Drive (the A259 main coast road), Ovingdean Gap and the English Channel. On a clear day you can even see the Isle of White. Now I'll tell you that the residents who reside in this building don't see the view at all, they are all denied that joy and privilege because they are blind. The building is Blind Veterans UK (St Dunstan's since 1915) situated on the south coast of England and it provides vision impaired Armed Forces and National Service veterans with the person-centred services and tailored support they need to discover life beyond sight loss. They are NOT government funded and rely 100% on donations and fundraising. If you wish to donate you can do so here :-

"Shoreham Tollbridge" :- It's not until you drop down beside the old Shoreham Tollbridge that you realise just what an incredible wooden structure it is! It wasn't until 1781 that a wooden bridge was eventually built to cross the River Adur at Old Shoreham. It was rebuilt (apparently to the same design) in 1916 and was in constant use as the main A27 road for all traffic passing through Shoreham until it closed to traffic on 7th December 1970. In 2008 the bridge had a a "major refurbishment" and had much of its timbers, struts and beams replaced. It is said to be the last of its kind in Sussex and one of the last of its kind anywhere in the world, because of this English Heritage have listed the bridge at Grade II. The length of the old tollbridge is given as 500 ft (152 metres). To the far left of the image you can see the Norman church of St. Nicolas.

"Mrs Bumbles" :- A closed beach cafe sits on a wet seafront at Hove on the south coast of England. Seaside holidays are great providing the weather is favourable but that applies to many businesses along the coastline too. If the skies open and the rain falls the beach bars and cafes suddenly find themselves empty as the tourists leave the front and head off to fill up the bars, cafes, shops and amusement arcades they can locate within town. This was one of my long walks as I'd parked the car at Brighton Marina and ended up walking all the way along to Hove Lagoon (which is about 4.5 miles or 7.24 kilometers). Problem is I then had to turn around and walk back again.

All Photography Copyright © Justin Hill

Dark Poet Society : "Soul"


I have nothing to say
My mind is a blank
It's a dark empty place
It's not a think tank

I don't have a poem
I'm all out of rhymes
I'm struggling to find
The right words at times

But like all creatives
I do have a goal
And that's to hide nothing
And lay bare my soul

J.L.Hill's Photography : Cards & Prints

Here's a selection of some high quality images that are available for purchase from my online store J.L.Hill's Photography as prints and cards. All images shown here are of Brighton and the surrounding area of Sussex. All images are 'clickable' and will take you to their respective pages within my online store. The images with a thin white border are greeting cards, those without the white border are prints.

Edge of the World Photo Art
Into the Woods Poster
40 Winks Wouldn't Be Bad Photographic Print
I'm Not Your Stepping Stone Art Photo
Lazy Afternoon Photographic Print
Tree of Life Photograph
Under the Pier Photo Print
Up Keere Street Art Photo
Mirrored Art Photo
Rainbow Row Photographic Print
Togetherness Photo Art
Long Flight Photograph
Wasteland Posters
Lilac Sea Posters
Cuckmere Haven Print
The Pier Posters
Togetherness Posters
Stand Your Ground Art Photo
Sancta Maria Cards
The Works Print
Twister Greeting Card
The Light Fantastic Greeting Card
Vanishing Point Art Photo
The Bandstand Photo Print
Parallel Lines Art Photo
Land of Make Believe Photo Print
Remnant Photograph
Lazy Afternoon Print
Edge of the World Poster
Curves and Lines Poster
Beach Carousel Poster
Mown Greeting Cards
They're Here Greeting Cards
Palace Light Greeting Card
Windmill in Snow Photo Art
Wild Horses Couldn't Drag Me Away Photo
Pavilion Entrance Photo Art
Lonely Tree Photograph
Bicycles Card
Spooky Tree Posters
Victorian Ghosts Cards
Ancient Ways Art Photo
The Pier Greeting Cards
Bike and Basket Photo Art
Seafront Shelter Photograph
Keep Me Posted Photo Art
Wilmington Fields Photo Print
Colorful Shadows Photo Print
Living Colour Art Photo
The River Cuckmere Photograph
Tangerine Seas Art Photo
Weeping Willows Photograph
A Stand for a Band Photograph
Sands of Time Photographic Print
Cuckmere Haven Photo Art
Above and Beyond Art Photo
Peace on Earth Photo Print
Tree of Life Cards

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