There comes a point, occasionally, when I feel I have run out of ideas for photography in my own neighbourhood. And dreary weather – yes, it’s back again! – doesn’t help. So it was a joy to go to Greenwich this past week to see The Ansel Adams exhibition (sadly it’s now ended), and focus my Eye on somewhere different.
As I wrote in my last blog entry, exhibitions of superb photography, of any genre, serve to inspire us but they can also be disheartening: showing how our own photographic efforts fall short of what is possible. The best cure for that is to go straight out and find a bunch of new images. Which is exactly what I did at Greenwich.
I spent three years in the late ‘60s completing my medical degree at Guy’s Hospital, London. Most of that time I lived in a flat in Blackheath just a mile or two from Greenwich. More recently I’ve trudged up through Greenwich Park past the Royal Observatory several times to Blackheath for the start of the London Marathon that winds its way through the immediate neighbourhood, passing the Greenwich National Maritime Museum and the Cutty Sark at about the five mile point before heading up river to Tower Bridge.
Despite those associations I don’t recall ever visiting the Museum before. We merely scraped the surface of it during our recent visit!
Lunch was at the Sixteen Seconds West Brasserie (named as it’s sixteen seconds of latitude west of the Greenwich Meridian). Excellent meal and an intriguing ceiling partly composed of perforated sheets of reflective Aluminium. My wife strayed out onto the adjacent roof terrace allowing me to capture an ethereal image of my better half.
She came back with news of an image or two. She’s a good scout. Show me a sheet of reflective glass and I will contrive an image from it.
We had chosen the warmest day of the year for our visit and after lunch and our visit to the exhibition we enjoyed the sun outdoors while admiring what must rank as one of the biggest ships in a bottle anywhere.
Finally working our way back through the vast space of the Museum I spotted one of many Figureheads on display. A classic British Bulldog. Very British.