Aren’t the important buttons always red?
Standing just off a major trunk road the Angel of the North at the southern edge of Gateshead, Tyne and Wear, England is a sculpture by Antony Gormley. As a ‘southerner’ the Angel is the notice that I’ve arrived in the North (of England). I have to travel to Newcastle every so often – using the Angel as the signpost to turn off the A1 to, through Gateshead and then over the Tyne Bridge into Newcastle (how else should one arrive in Newcastle?). Every time I pass the Angel there are sightseers and photographers parked in the car park and wandering around the base of the statue – and every time I say ‘I must stop and take a few pictures myself’, but never do – but Monday I did.
During my little shoot, I was approached by a gentleman who volunteered that he was a local himself and watched the lorries carrying the parts for the statue pass his house. He told me the Angel actually stands on the position of the pithead baths that were part of the coal pit located at the site.
Colour, black and white and an opportunistic shot.
As I was moving from one position to another, I nearly trod on some mushrooms in the lee of a small copse – which seemed worth trying to drop into the foreground.
Has a lot less impact than the previous post – but it’s also a lot less contrived (apart from the title of course). Four little mushrooms sheltering in a hole (cavern?) in an oak tree root. I was so taken by the ‘rooms that I completely forgot to take a picture of the whole tree.
From a picture point of view, I can remember using my small pop-up reflector to help push some light onto the mushrooms and their stalks.
(Fairies round here too, perhaps?)