London photography
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Taken in London EC3 COLOUR PORTFOLIO IN THE MOMENT – PHOTOJOURNALISM URBAN DECOR ARCHITECTURAL MOTHER NATURE SUBLIME GRIME PORTRAITURE
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London 2006 ! / . Click to view
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Millennium Bridge and St. Paul Cathedral, London, Uk ! / / - Click to view .
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Adobe Photoshop (digital) manipulation of photographic imagery. FORGIVE ARCADIA You asked me to write something today / And all I could sense was a blank. / Something on fiction and truth, was what you needed – / But my truth is a brick wall / And buildings that should be shattered / Like crabs’ claws. / Still, this morning I woke up at five / And wondered what would happen / If the earth froze numb at that secret hour – / If I could lift my hand, and make the horizon still. / Then there’d be no one except me, / And the birds. As the moon went out I should / Dance and fly through emptied streets / Away from the city’s cramped horizon / To where the great clouds raced. / Within their wefts, or so I’d like to think, / A sugar veil of crystals / A flurry of icy motes, waiting to catch the sun, / For now still dark with night – / A gust of frozen sparks, perhaps, / Dormant, and charged with the power / Of undiscovered things: unformed, unknown. / And then, having been born again, / I’d creep back to bed, and the smell of cotton. Last night I met a girl, from far-off lands. / She was charming – Finnish, so she said, / And she smiled a numinous smile / On a clear face with peachy skin: / Slender, and lit with an inner glow, / Peaceful and seraphic, / As lucid in form as porcelain, / Or a pink sweetshop mouse. I want to meet her again. But I’d made her up, / In a dream it seems I’d had; all complete, / All fully formed, with a purpose, and a past / Of her own, although she’d never been alive. / And now she’s gone with the dew. / And now I miss her. She was, a think, a succubus of strange benevolence: / Beating inside, her eager heart / That galvanised my moment of epiphany, / And found a path to earth through sleeping limbs. / These ghosts of memory, haunting my waking hours: / Why do you give me time, why do you lend me / Your good aim? Phantasms that could not be, / Specious potentialities, all unborn / You night creatures, far removed / From what the daylight people do, or are; / Those sunshine ones, who own the clear air, / And spread themselves in it; whose clamour makes / A transient misfortune, then they’re gone… / Yet why must you, instead, / Tend me as if I were an orchid of the gloom – / Which, plainly, I am not? I tried to think what heaven might be like / For us, we creatures of blind purpose / Fumbling (as we do) at light. Oblivion would be / Much of it: forgetting for the hundredth time / What we had done before, and comatose with hope, / We should ourselves break free – like birds, or / A flutter of petals, simply because we could. / Nothing to fail us, nothing to expiate, nothing to / Disappoint. Above all, freedom from shame. / Blank-eyed, we’d cup our hands, and find them / Crammed with sweets. Infantilism would be the / Recommended option, that or promiscuity. / We’d flounce like butterflies, or nose our way / As small insectivores do, sniffing for flesh to nip / Without remorse. Inspiring our laborious intent: / The gaze of a cow, chewing on infinity. All animal / Kingdoms would be ours to claim, lacking only people. There’d be no art, no divine discontent: / No knowing laughter, and no more endeavour – / Only the yawning promenade / Of a world stripped of Self. Upon preened wings, / We’d soar through canyons bright as mirrors, / Where everything was fixed and known. Down / We’d dive: to perch, and later, stroll an eternal pleasure / Pier, bounded on each side by the extinction / Of individuals. Our jelly baby guards / (Blameless as halfwits, or as sociopaths) / Their looks too liquid to sustain reproach, / Would urge us safely home, and in a tract of flowers / We’d be immured, and there we’d stick: an endless, timeless / Moment wherein consciousness lay hanged. Paradise, although fortuitous, is where nothing goes unplanned. / It is predestination without fear, without account. / Meanwhile, with brains intact, you’ll promise to let me / Face the glare of what is commonplace. / And, in return, I’ll try to be more even-handed / In indifference. Stephen Jackson June 2002 / For Jan
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London, Feb 2007
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COLOUR PORTFOLIO IN THE MOMENT – PHOTOJOURNALISM URBAN DECOR ARCHITECTURAL MOTHER NATURE SUBLIME GRIME PORTRAITURE
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A candid street photography shot taken in Brick Lane, East London in 2007
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London, UK / l was near the Tower Bridge, I wanted to take some picture of the towers but everywhere photographers with their tripods were getting there before me.. / so I decided to observe things I had never noticed before.. /
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London, UK I usually walk along the south bank riverside in London.. and l passed by this place maybe a thousand times ! This time for some reason l was walking very slowly.. once I got here l just thought this could be the moment to take a nice picture.. I am happy with the result ! / / - / Click to view
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A street photography shot of urban art on an East London street in 2007
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A street photography shot taken in East London 2007. I went back there recently and this image has been completely painted over. I’m glad I was able to capture what was a brief yet beautiful scene that has now gone forever
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Tower Bridge London, with a bluish effect This / work / has / been / produced / by / Christian / Zammit / Kindly / click / on / photo / below. / Visit my gallery / Monthly Journals
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Thanks to Ronya once again for the title idea Wall art by Shepard Fairy AKA Obey
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One of the first street shots I ever took back in 1964 in the East End of London. This was before Playstations, and probably the only ‘toy’ these kids shared between them was a skipping rope. Old bomb sites still held a fascination though as a form of amusement and exploration, as can be seen here. It was taken using a Yashica Mat 120 film twin lens reflex camera that took me six months to save up for. I used Tri-X B/W film and printed on a hard grade of paper to get the punchy contrast, a characteristic of all my early B/W work. This image was photographed digitally from the original print in my portfolio. © 1964 John Hooton Photography
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Shoreditch , East London , 2008 evereddy © 2009 Urban Umbra This image has been nominated for the prestigous Pay it Forward Group, by Tainia Finlay and this is what she very kindly had to say about it… “I love this not only for the colour but also the feeling of times past, taken in Shoreditch, London. This building has withstood two world wars and could say so much about life over the years in that part of London. Umbra has a unique way of illustrating candid street life in London. One of my favourite artists on RB.” Thanks so much Tai :))
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Stoke Newington, London, 2008 party round corner © 2009 Urban Umbra
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No: 3 in a series of peeking in windows. / Bear St , Westminster, Winter 2008. bibliophile 1 © 2008 Urban Umbra
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Telephone boxes in the snow in London / This was a unique event as it rarely snow so much in London. / This was shot on 2nd February 2009. It did not snow so much in the previous 19 years. Canon EOS 400D SOLD at REDBUBBLE / 1x Framed Print of RED / Print Size: Small / Frame Color: Black / Matte Color: Off White / Frame Style: Flat Frame (30mm wide x 20mm deep) / Bought by a mystery buyer. Canon EOS 400D This / work / has / been / produced / by / Christian / Zammit / Kindly / click / on / photo / below. / Visit my gallery Calendars 2010 /
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THANKS TO ANYONE WHO BOUGHT THIS PRINT !
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A wave crashes the London Arch, on the Great Ocean Road, Victoria, Australia, at sunrise. This was taken at the end of autumn on a very cloudy morning. I used a Canon DSLR EOS 350D camera, 18-55mm lens and a tripod. I sold a large framed print (walnut and on red bubble) to my kind sister, Nadia, that she bought as a house warming and birthday present for a lucky friend. Thanks so much Nadia.
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London, November 20003 ! taken originally with F75 28-100mm
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