I’m not usually keen on displaying photographs I have taken unless they document a work of art – I’m not a particularly good photographer in this age when everyone seems to be trying to be so, and it isn’t where my work is at. However, on a rare and lonesome wander around the capital city, trying to avoid being in other peoples’ touristy photos, I was met with imagery which, to me, seemed very powerful, and worthy of documentation.
Walking towards Big Ben – possibly one of the most famous sights in this country -I came upon a dead tree. The dark branches, and the overcast day really highlighted it next to Big Ben. Me, always on the lookout for images to depict my 21st century anxieties, found it to be an image which required some meaning. For post-powerful, post recession Britain, in a world in the early stages of climate change, the tree looked like a specter looming over something which once thought itself indestructible. However, whatever you think, I hope you like the photographs.