I sat at Crewe railway station at the weekend. Its a beautiful place. Behind the illuminated 80's signage it has that old industrial beauty of wrought iron,brick stone and soot.
I sat there munching at my dinner, admiring the blackened wall with the stone capping that has become home to an incredible array of ferns. I looked down, enjoying it all and a little pied wagtail hopped between my legs and scavenged the fallen crumbs. It was a beautiful moment. Its hard to describe how lovely it was. I think it had something to do with how unexpected that particular bird was or how its plumage provided the perfect foil to the industrial setting.
Here's a pic of a lovely little wagtail.
And a pic of a wall at Crewe station.
Gave me joy so I thought Id share it and ask if anyone else has had any such experiences lately.
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Moments like you describe Ben are always indeed a joy.
I particularly like the architectural refernces you made.
Simply looking-up, above the standard the shop-front detritus of our high streets, noticing the facias of some grand Victorian and Georgian buildings... usually libraries, railway stations (particularly termini)and viaducts/bridges. These are the things that catch my eye.
Then again, the juxtaposition of nature with the architecture... further hieghtened when the prior glory of the architecture may well have been diluted by a lack or care, or simply have had it's colours dulled from the grim of the era in which it was built (the smoke from chimney and train) ... all good.
A shrub, bright green and flourishing forty feet above the soil tenaciously gripping a ledge in Victorian stone-masonary and brickwork, catching the sunlight. Vibrancy delicacy and life against decaying grandeur soot and wieght. Super.
lp
I particularly like the architectural refernces you made.
Simply looking-up, above the standard the shop-front detritus of our high streets, noticing the facias of some grand Victorian and Georgian buildings... usually libraries, railway stations (particularly termini)and viaducts/bridges. These are the things that catch my eye.
Then again, the juxtaposition of nature with the architecture... further hieghtened when the prior glory of the architecture may well have been diluted by a lack or care, or simply have had it's colours dulled from the grim of the era in which it was built (the smoke from chimney and train) ... all good.
A shrub, bright green and flourishing forty feet above the soil tenaciously gripping a ledge in Victorian stone-masonary and brickwork, catching the sunlight. Vibrancy delicacy and life against decaying grandeur soot and wieght. Super.
lp
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Aww... that's a really nice image. Beats the feck out of the seagulls screaming and stomping around on my flat roof at stupid-o'clock in the morning!
Yep we were in your home town today, and yes we saw plenty of seagulls
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Moments like you describe Ben are always indeed a joy.
I particularly like the architectural refernces you made.
Simply looking-up, above the standard the shop-front detritus of our high streets, noticing the facias of some grand Victorian and Georgian buildings... usually libraries, railway stations (particularly termini)and viaducts/bridges. These are the things that catch my eye.
Then again, the juxtaposition of nature with the architecture... further hieghtened when the prior glory of the architecture may well have been diluted by a lack or care, or simply have had it's colours dulled from the grim of the era in which it was built (the smoke from chimney and train) ... all good.
A shrub, bright green and flourishing forty feet above the soil tenaciously gripping a ledge in Victorian stone-masonary and brickwork, catching the sunlight. Vibrancy delicacy and life against decaying grandeur soot and wieght. Super.
lp
Excellently described R/O and the photo's are great Ben :thumbup:
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I sat at Crewe railway station at the weekend. Its a beautiful place. Behind the illuminated 80's signage it has that old industrial beauty of wrought iron,brick stone and soot.
I sat there munching at my dinner, admiring the blackened wall with the stone capping that has become home to an incredible array of ferns. I looked down, enjoying it all and a little pied wagtail hopped between my legs and scavenged the fallen crumbs. It was a beautiful moment. Its hard to describe how lovely it was. I think it had something to do with how unexpected that particular bird was or how its plumage provided the perfect foil to the industrial setting.
Here's a pic of a lovely little wagtail.
And a pic of a wall at Crewe station.
Gave me joy so I thought Id share it and ask if anyone else has had any such experiences lately.
Hi ben ...
On occasion you`ve made reference to where you live and I have to say one of the things that I love is some of the old pubs around there that have survived.
But even some of the houses and shops are fascinating when you look up above the double glazing and mock georgian doors.
I remember years ago sitting next to the memorial on the Great Lines and looking down imagining what it must have been like a couple of hundred years ago.
Wandering around those streets you can really feel the history and with the river and the marshes so close you still get a sense that nature could reclaim it all very quickly.
As no doubt it will as no-one there can afford their mortgage any more
