When I was growing up and it was summertime New Brighton was the day out you could realistically ask for. Right there across the water and reachable in those days by ferry, it couldn’t involve the preparations or paraphernalia that could often be used to torpedo the very idea of a day out in even Southport, never mind the holy grail of Blackpool. So I loved New Brighton then and love it now, possibly more so. The ferry’s long gone and the place has had its downs as well as ups. But it’s still right there across the water, ready and waiting for my day out with the Open Eye Gallery today.
Now obviously I’m well capable of getting myself to New Brighton all on my own. I’m big now and don’t have to wait and plead for anyone to take me there anymore. But after a busy day in George Henry Lee yesterday I was glad to wake up this morning and remember that someone else was taking care of arrangements today, and that all I had to do was turn up late in the morning at the Open Eye and they’d look after me from then on. Continue reading “New Brighton Revisited: Indy Biennial 18”
I’m sat here on the big curving staircase in George Henry Lee writing this. On the second floor, near Glassware and looking down towards Cards and Wrapping Paper on the ground floor.
Well those last bits are only in my mind, but I’m really sat on the staircase in George Henry Lee writing. One of the seventy venues that are home to the Independents Biennial 2018 from now until the end of October. I’m very happy to be here.
I walked down here earlier via Squash on Windsor Street. Continue reading “Walking Down to George Henry Lee: Independents Biennial 2018”
I’m thinking a lot about time at the moment. How we made it up, how it works, how we see it in what people once did and in what we’re doing next.
Much more talk of time and places coming as my university work, reading and thinking at Sociology Liverpool gets going from now on.
Meanwhile I think of time as I’m walking around. The joy and the beauty of here and now. My feet on the ground of Liverpool as I walk. Like the early morning, earlier this week, as I walked from town to the North Docks, recognising the beauty of the place – hardly for the first time – and how happy I am to be here. In my time and in my place. Here in these few photographs of a sunny July morning, walking from the Town Hall and out through the business district to the Dock Road.
Continue reading “Walking Through Time”
Almost time for the ‘One Day: Photographing Liverpool’ course Jane MacNeil and I are running on Wednesday this week.
So on a sunny Saturday morning it’s time for us both to get together in town and make our final preparations.
All bookings in advance, here through Eventbrite.
I get on a 75 bus on Smithdown Road, while Jane travels in from Walton.
Getting off the bus at the Bombed Out Church the streets are quiet. It’s been Light Night the night before and not many people are around yet.
Walking down Bold Street I remember I’d noticed earlier on their Instagram that Bold Street Coffee are coming back and re-opening. Which I’m glad about as Bold Street hasn’t seemed quite itself without them. Continue reading “One Day: A story of getting ready”
One day of storytelling and photography with street photographer Jane MacNeil and me, Ronnie Hughes.
Taking place on Friday 10th August in Old Swan, Liverpool.
All bookings in advance, here through Eventbrite.
This will be a one day course:
- For anyone who wants to do more with photography;
- Tell stories in pictures as well as words;
- By better appreciating the place where you already are;
- Or getting to know a fascinating neighbourhood better;
- Using the camera you already have, your phone.
A day of stories, conversations, ideas, advice and getting out and about round the streets and neighbourhood of Old Swan, Liverpool with the two of us.
And maybe you too?
Continue reading “One Day: Storytelling and Photography in Old Swan, Liverpool”
A day comes, even in these climate mess years of the long cold springs, when all is still and blue and you need to be out in it. Walking along, well me anyway, singing the long loved Lotus Eaters ode to springtime as I leave the house:
‘It’s warm in and out
The call for sacred hours…’
Everything ditched, all work left behind, you can’t get this day back tomorrow when the winds and clouds might be back.
Good news on the fence of The Mystery, the secret way between Smithdown and the railway tracks then out along Lawrence Road with the girls and infants at the Church of St Bridget. Continue reading “It’s Warm In and Out”
Though I’ve published thousands of photographs on this blog over the past six years I’ve never done anything so formal as to go on a course about photography. Until today. This being the first course I’ve been on in years. And these photographs being the result.
The course was called “Street Photography” and was run by my friend Jane MacNeil and fellow street photographer Matt Hart. Good it was too, even if I spent most of the day well out of the comfort zone of my usual ways of taking photographs. The point of what a group of nine of us spent the day doing was to photograph life out around the streets of town, meaning people, in as natural a way as we could, without particularly interfering in what was going on.
I found this hard and I’ve deleted many more photographs than I’ve published here. But then it was a course and I’d gone on it deliberately to learn from people who are much better at people photography, on the streets, than I suspect I’ll ever be.
So here are the best of my photographs from my Street Photography day. By no means perfect, I’ve been out learning. But carrying a definite sense of place and very much a portrait of one sunny Saturday in March 2018, in Liverpool city centre, my home.
Thanks to Jane and Matt for the generous teaching, and of course to everyone in the photos. Here we are, in our place.
Continue reading “In Liverpool: Street Photography”
Since resuming my interrupted practice of walking around Liverpool last weekend, published on here as two linked posts called ‘Emerging from Winter’ I’ve continued to walk. Back into Winter as it’s turned out, but into the gathering light of what feels like brighter days to come. The brighter days of soon coming spring time of course and, well, brighter days.
Like the days of good light these have been this week. Good, sharp, clear days to look up into and walk around in thinking about what’s next? What new things will get made up soon, what ideas are yet to be thought of, yet to be walked into being? Continue reading “Walking Into the Light”
The second of two linked posts, walking round the neighbourhoods where I live. Part One here.
This Sunday in late February arrives just as blue and just as cold as yesterday. Perfect then for another day of trying to walk my cold off around the streets of the neighbourhood. Starting by walking across to The Mystery, like yesterday, but after that who knows?
Under the London-line railway bridges and along to the Ullet Road/Smithdown crossroads. Past social venues old and new including a personal favourite, Naked Lunch. A co-op café and if there’s a friendlier place in Liverpool I don’t know it yet. Continue reading “Emerging from Winter/Part Two”
The first of two linked posts, walking round the neighbourhoods where I live. Part Two here.
I haven’t done this for ages. Come out from the house on a bright blue day and let my camera take me for a walk. Making no plans about where I’ll go, I’ll see where my feet and my camera take me.
Across Grant Avenue and into The Mystery first. The great big sloping field close to our house. Emerging from the terraced streets into the open blue sky on a cold late winter’s day. Continue reading “Emerging from Winter/Part One”