Showing posts with label seaside. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seaside. Show all posts

Friday, May 13, 2011

A donkey ride

The man's hand has a gentle but firm and reassuring pressure on the donkey, guiding it through the thin crowd of bathers and spectators. His stick keeps the animal going at a fast walk. Scarborough, Yorkshire, England, 1980.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Shipwreck

They wanted to show that a shipwreck had happened on the nearby rocks. Driftwood on the beach was tossed into the water by the director and producer and photographed in close-up swirling and bobbing in the foam.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Couple at Margate

I remember my excitement at seeing this couple. The contrasts between them: thin and fat, stylish and traditional, angular and roundness. He so nonchalant and she wanting to play. The couple lived in the North of England and had been coming south to Margate every year for twenty-five years.

A man and his greyhound


When nobody could have told you where Benidorm or Palma were, this was the place where happy holidaymakers in England came to sun themselves (or rather shiver) on the beach in late Victorian and Edwardian times - Scarborough, Northumberland. This was taken in 1980 long after the English any longer took holidays in England. But there, perched on the cliff, is where you would have stayed one hundred years ago. Is it still standing?

In this photograph all six legs, by chance, are off the ground. In the same way, also by chance, all four legs are off the ground in the photograph of the horse, posted on October 25th, 2009. I remember in this photograph, setting the focus on a 28mm lens to about 10 ft and keeping the dog and its owner that distance away from me.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Hands on Hips 3

I heard that Mary swam the Hudson River annually to raise money for schools. The event was over for the year but she agreed to come out in her swimsuit one Sunday morning to have her portrait done. It was November. She even got into the water but this shot was my favourite.

At first she smiled and struck a pose not far from a nineteen-fifties pin-up. But as I struggled with balancing myself on the rocks, and tried to find a place to plant the tripod legs firmly between them, I noticed she was just simply standing there while she waited. I said, "Please, don't move from how you are."