Marc Provins

I've been walking slowly. I want to notice the texture of the city, the history in it's surface. It becomes a meditation on material construction, bringing the background slowly into focus. The brick is part of our human history used to shelter us for thousands of years. Cities in the North West seem to be expanding upwards and outwards rapidly at the moment, which can be exciting. I hope that we manage to conserve the best bits from every era rather than pulling older buildings down and throwing up new, larger ones in a generic international style.  It might sound hugely optimistic but I'd like creativity not just money to shape our built environment. 

Okay the last of my Hull and East Yorkshire pictures. I was so tempted to call this blog post Veiny Penis but thought better of it, probably would have got a lot of hits!  One of the things I like about photography is that you are essentially converting the three dimensional into two dimensions. This is part of the challenge of making a picture, deciding how to interpret and order foreground, background, the close, the distant and everything in-between. In this case however I was just observing flat surfaces and taking pleasure noticing how people leave their mark on everyday walls, just like we have for thousands of years. 

Seen yesterday in different parts of the city, two urban trees in Liverpool. Somehow the harsh manmade surfaces are rendered sublime by the presence of nature.

I'm off to get a haircut. Funny what the universe can tell you when you are out and about. 

One of those days today when the light makes nearly everything look interesting. Amongst the day to day goings on were these two strange interventions in the life of South Manchester. They appear to have landed, travelled from another place, bringing a little sparkle to the tarmac and brick landscape.