Mirror Mirror :- It's funny how people see things differently...or simplyt don't see them at all. We live on a very blinkered planet now with technology providing our view of the world, this allows us to cross the roads whilst staring into our phones, sit in a large group of people in silence while they all text each other etc etc. Eyes wide shut. So ... I found myself wandering the rooms and halls of Scotney Castle, a Victorian country house set within formal gardens near Lamberhurst in the Kent. As I walked around I noticed a few people starng into their phones and found myself wondering why they'd bothered to even come out let alone pay to gain entry to this exquisite house. I then started to wath those that werren't staring into their phones and noticed something else. When one stopped to take a photo of something...they all stopped to take a photo of the same thing. I call these people "Sheeple". At the back of the house on the ground floor there's a small lobby with a door that leads to the extensive gardens and land. Everyone passed through this darkened little hallway, not a single one of them paid it any attention, nobody set off a photographic chain reaction by stopping to take a shot. They simply didn't see it or notice its worth ... but I did. I waited for them all to trudge through and by and then took this shot.
Outlet :- A shot of the beach at Telscombe Cliffs which is (approx) 9.65 kilometres or 6 miles to the East of the City of Brighton on the south coast of England. This old concrete outfall is known as the "Portobello Outfall". It was was constructed in 1875 and is 396.24 metres or 1,300 feet in length. To give you a sense of scale if you look carefully, right on the very end you can just make out two fishermen.
Out There :- A photo opportunity that I simply could not pass by. this was a visual gift ... albeit a very foggy one. A thick sea mist had rolled in from the English Channel and was smothering and suffocating much of the Sussex coastline. The Brighton Wheel was still spinning and revolving but any tourists that were on it were simply wasting their money as there was nothing to see at all ... even the top of the wheel itself had vanished into the fog. The Brighton Pier (formerly known as the Palace Pier) was open for business as usual but again it was fighting against the claustrophobic effects of the fog and as you walked along its boards a new section ahead would open up and appear as all the sections behind you faded into nothing. The ruins of the West Pier have been photographed by thousands, she's a muse of mine and I cannot help but take shots of her whenever I happen to pass by with the camera. If you look very carefully you can just about make her out, she's out there lurking in the fog, trying to see the famous Brighton seafront as she stares back at us.
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