Fiddlers Ferry

Fiddlers Ferry power station in Cheshire, between Widnes and Warrington. I love industrial stuff as a subject, particularly when it's surrounded by fields. I would have got more pictures but the weather had other ideas.

Vaguely Erotic Ivy

I took a couple of pictures of this ivy-enveloped branch this week and posted them on Twitter. Comments ranged from "beautiful" to - and this was my favourite - "it looks like naked 90 year olds touching tits". With that kind of feedback I couldn't resist doing some more, so here they are.

This is the one that prompted the 'touching tits' comment. I thought she had it pretty much spot-on.

Wallerscote Island

Noticed this place a few weeks ago and returned today to take some pictures. Turns out it's a former soda-ash factory. There are some lovely pictures here (far nicer than mine) of the inside. I couldn't get inside because it's being used by some chemical company now, and it's all locked up.

Ripple

Latest thingy. Third attempt at this design - the first one snapped and the second one wasn't straight. Reluctantly put copper pins through the joints to strengthen them. Maybe it spoils it a bit, but it was either that or nuts and bolts.

Flower

I made this flower head months ago, but I wasn't sure if it worked or not so it never got finished. I found it recently and decided that I might as well finish it and see if it looked any better with the stem and leaves. I'm still not quite convinced, but here it is anyway.

Cocopede III

Here's the latest addition to the Cocopede family. When I was making the last one I couldn't decide whether to curl it around on the shell or have it running off onto a base, so I decided to do both.

Frosty

A walk through some woods near Solihull, on a frosty day back in January. The trees in this area alongside a railway had been mostly cut down, with just a few survivors straggling into the cold air.

Against The Wall

I couldn't resist these shots because I thought that the wall provided such a lovely background texture.

I used to love black and white photography when it was a case of fiddling around in the dark with trays of chemicals that smelled of wee. It's a lot easier these days, but I miss the magic of seeing the image gradually appear on the paper. Although, more often than not, it was the magic of seeing that it still wasn't quite right and that I was going to have to do it again. Hmm.