In another dream life I live in the big smoke. Which city? Well any of them to be honest, but at the moment it’s London. I wander around from theatre to cafe and from river to park, I write, I snap, I breathe.
In any city it takes time to adjust to the proximity of so many people, the hurrying, the intriguing number of choices and the offerrings of consumerism. But when you settle into the endless stimulation your heart rate goes up, the blood rushes a bit faster, the brain kicks into gear. You feel yourself quickening, sharpening and responding to the world in a braver way.
But the biggest charge for me, is the scale and significance of the architecture. I connect with it instantly. Steeples, towers and bridges catch my eye and it’s all up there where the trees usually are. I am looking up, I am elevated so I forget my feet. I am so rapt that I forget how far I am walking!
Isn’t this what makes a town into a city? The quality of the architecture, the designers, the typographers, the planners? And again it’s the conservationists who understand the importance of hearing the sounds and songs of our history through great buildings, streetscapes and gardens. Meticulously guarding heritage and encouraging experimentation from the very small to the royally grand.
And then we the people create the stories of the streets and villages within it. We add the heartbeat.
News Flash!! This photo of the Shard taken that day was a runner up in the Open House, AJ, Gallery of Photography Photo Competition, 2013