As the year draws to a close, I think that while we’re celebrating the end of a year, be it a successful one or just surviving one with our sanity intact, we should reflect on what we have, what we should be thankful for and what we have accomplished, whilst still looking forward to what is to come in the new year.
We should also remember those who are not as fortunate as we are, who have lost loved ones, those who have lost their jobs, those who have lost their homes, those who have lost their sanity (I often joke about coming close to doing that myself, but thankfully, it’s just a joke). If you want to give to those who are in need, give selflessly, give anonymously, give generously.
A photo from 2010. Taken on High Street, opposite the Parliament Buildings.
I was passing by one of my favourite buildings in Georgetown, the City Hall, when I noticed the tree to it’s south-western corner in bloom, pink blossoms that I thought added a little colour to the imposing edifice 🙂
Age is a relative thing, something (or someone) is either younger (or newer) or older than another by a certain amount of time, whether it is by minutes, days, years, decades, centuries, etc.
I’ve grown up knowing the Hand-in-Hand Insurance Building (and others of its time) and they’ve become landmarks to me, that makes them old, or older than the stuff that went up in the last decade anyway.
They may not be of the Victorian era, so their architectural aesthetics may be less appealing, but they are certainly a lot more appealing than many of the concrete boxes that are being erected these days.
The Hand-in-Hand building always reminded me of a concrete and stone attempt to look Victorian, or maybe semi-Greco-Roman, but I’m not an architect and my terms may be far off the mark.
I had always admired its arches, the wrought-iron fence, the wrought-iron “fret-work” that created the arches between the columns, the low-sprawling style of the building.
When I took this photo I never intended to process it in Sepia tone, yet that is what appealed to me when I began processing, and to help the age along a bit, I added a light vignette (hopefully not too noticeable)
So this building is Newer than Victorian, but probably older than I am 🙂
This building was (at the time of the fire that destroyed it) known as the King Solomon Building, which also housed the offices of Travel Span airlines. Growing up, I always knew it as Joe Chin Travel Services. It was the building next to the lot that housed the Sacred Heart Church, also destroyed by fire.
It makes me wonder about the other buildings on the block, maybe I should take some photos of them before something dreadful (and permanent) also happens to them 🙂
I titled this photo the Midday Sleeper and the Ghostly Kirk. The “Midday Sleeper” part is an homage to a series of photos by a photographer (Simon) that I know as Darkhalide Photography, and the “Ghostly Kirk” is a reference to the ghostly reflection of my friend Kirk in the glass panel to the right of the doorway, I don’t think you can see it unless viewed very large.
I find that I am not fixed in my photography habits as yet, as I spend more time with Nikhil, I tend to absorb some of his outlook on different types of photography. Going into “taking pictures” I never even knew that there were so many areas of photography; Macro Photography (or macrography), Model Photography, Product Photography, Landscape Photography… You name it and there’s probably some type of photography associated with it! Anyway Nikhil has a fondness for Street Photography, he knows the Famous of the genre, like Henri Cartier Bresson, and also some of the not-so-famous 🙂 Anyway, some of it is rubbing off on me, maybe because I usually accompany him on his jaunts to find his next subject.
While it is still “not my thing”, I don’t discount it as a style that I may adopt from time to time, I just don’t think that I am any good at it 🙂
So just for starters, here are three recent ones that may fit the category.
I heard the drumming before I saw the drummer, and by the time I got across the street the original drummer had switched places with this youngster.
A popular sight on the pavements of Georgetown, everyone wants to see the latest movies:
And this one is outside a busy “Betting Shop”
So goes my first forage into Street Photography, but I have others from the past that may fit the category, I’ll add them to the collection later 🙂
Everyone leaves a mark in this world, everyone, without exception. They may be remembered by one or my many, for good or for bad, but they are remembered. At least, that is what I like to believe, in time we will be eventually forgotten, but just for a moment, we leave a mark upon the lives of others, these are the moments that matter.
Aunt Yvette always referred to me as Comrade Hinds, no doubt referring to someone else she remembered working in this building. Many may have called her a beggar, but she always asked very nicely if we could “support local”. And there were many a time when after giving her what we had, she would return at a later time with gifts for us; a comb, perfume, hand-sanitizer, a myriad of things. While I may not be able to cherish any of her gifts, I cherish the memories.
She sat on the pavements or on our door-stoop, when she walked it was in an almost completely doubled-over posture, apparently a combination of age and health issues, although I had heard rumour of an accident that left her so. She is reputed to have been a school teacher in her younger days, she certainly had an artistic flair, evidenced in her drawing, she sewed her own clothes and even did some crochet. She was an avid reader, many times collecting old magazines from us, and she loved to do Word-Find puzzles. She also carried on lengthy and complicated conversations with person (or persons) whom only she could see, always an entertaining event.
This was the only photograph I remember taking of her, I am sorry I never took more.
She was apparently in the compound of the Sol Service Station on Regent Street yesterday when she was struck by a vehicle and died, another victim of reckless driving. Maybe the driver did not see her in her bent over position, but then it could have been a child he hit if that is his excuse. I don’t know how many people’s lives she has touched through the years, but she touched mine and she will be remembered.
Continuing my series of The 2010 Deck of photos, this, the twenty-first week of the year, this week’s photograph is “Another day…”
It is telling, that in a week of taking very few photographs (outside of a session at a dance) that the one I considered the best was one that reflects on a growing part of our society. So many homeless and destitute, and so many in need of help. Many times, it’s scenes like this that draw our attention, even though most of us turn a blind eye to it and pretend that it doesn’t exist.