Brighton Photowalk
A Day Out Near The Grand
Brighton is hard to beat for street photography. If the sun’s out it seems especially sunny — brighter and more colourful in every sense than any other place.
In The Lanes
The ‘old town’ of Brighton.
There’s a lot of graffiti in the streets of Brighton, alongside and often complementing some impressive street art. There’s humour too. The five cats sitting in a row catch the eye, and a second or two later you see the cat hanging upside down from the window sill above. The couple’s faces join the one on the wall.
Mall of mirrors
One of my favourite photos of the day, requiring vampire mode to keep myself out of the picture.
Little East Street
Entrance to the Palace Pier
I still think of it as the Palace Pier. Some crass marketing type renamed it ‘Brighton Pier’ at some point in case tourists didn’t know what town they were in. Now it’s called Brighton Palace Pier so perhaps it will be back to its correct name in another decade or two. As I walked up I saw that they are once again charging an entry fee. I suspect from the signage that it may be £1 for admission. When they put it up to £2 next year they will need to spend the annual income on replacing all these signs. They tried charging admission back in the eighties I think, and reverted to free entry because they found, oddly enough, that more people went on the pier and bought candy floss and played the fruit machines when they had free access to those delights. On this day they had four minimum-wage kids taking the money, so they probably aren’t making much — if anything. Anyway, I kept my money on principle, bypassed the pier in sadness, and walked west along the beach.
Just about getting my timing right at this point.
Soapbox Science. An event organised by the University of Sussex to bring science to the people. Here, particle detective Jessica Lock searches for subatomic secrets among her carbon-based audience.
Next, some pictures from Middle Street — one of the many north-south streets that connect the seafront to the shopping zone.
There was little point to this photograph until the charming intervention of the lady in the window. My thanks.
Splendid trouser zone, Kensington Gardens.
North Laine, that wonderful area of independent shops, cafes and restaurants, was too busy for me by the time I got there, so it was back to the Clock Tower to find a small crowd of Palestinian supporters and Israeli counterparts separated by police. It seemed worth trying to get in the middle of it but it wasn't easy.
After a while I grew tired of the world and walked away.