I like taking photographs of wide, sweeping landscapes, but sometimes I enjoy focusing on the small stuff. Last week I was rambling around the Solway Firth, and here are some of the mini-images that caught my eye.

I like taking photographs of wide, sweeping landscapes, but sometimes I enjoy focusing on the small stuff. Last week I was rambling around the Solway Firth, and here are some of the mini-images that caught my eye.
My home town is criss-crossed by narrow walking alleyways. Many of them date from medieval times and would once have been busy streets lined with residential dwellings, shops and inns.
Nowadays, too narrow for traffic, these alleys are only used as shortcuts, and their doorways, windows and shop fronts have been replaced by featureless walls.
Featureless? Yes. Until the advertisers, fly posters and graffiti artists get going…
Maryport pier has a collection of paving slabs which, if read together, make up a wonderful poem. I couldn’t photograph every slab, because some were too weathered or moss-covered, and the light was poor.
Here are some of the words, along with a couple of nearby memorial wreaths.
This is a selection of photographs taken on my walk along the Cumbrian coast, between Whitehaven and Workington. I was concentrating on surfaces, textures and the effects of decay on industrial structures.
I think you can tell a lot about a place from looking at its graffiti.
Bangor is clearly a controlled and moderated place, full of colour and light, with just a hint of anarchy.
A collection of space-invader and alien graffiti, discovered in an underpass when I walked through Pill, on the River Avon.