Crimson’s Creative Challenge #116
They’d just made a start on building this bridge when I moved to this town.
Where Asada now stands was a pipe-yard. Pipes for what I don’t know but they came in all sizes and made for fantastic photos. Part of that yard remains as “wasteland” where migrating birds rest-up from their journey.
Where I’m standing to take this photo then was a higgledy Dickensian-looking array of boathouses reached by a narrow path between two ramshackle warehouses. I remember, redstarts nested there.
How much this has changed. Recent investment in the town has cleaned away the debris, left it modern and sterile. Thirty-eight years I’ve been in this town. Sometimes it seems like yesterday.
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I sense a true story.
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Yes, it is. This week hasn’t been good for thinking and spending time composing. So let’s tell it as it is. I used to come here and watch the structure as it progressed.
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It’s amazing to watch a transformation take place, isn’t it? We always hope it’s for the better..
Cool photo!
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Thank you. That was a good afternoon for photos (couldn’t call it night, it was only just after 4pm)
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I believe it. The blue hour!
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But the air was so clear. That was what worked so well
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So lovely when the skies and light are right.
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Unlike the walk whose photos I’m posting for Sunday. It takes all sorts of weather…
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The footsteps of change and development can’t be stopped. Sometimes the changes take all the character out of the place.
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It does. I loved those ramshackle places. All gone. But the town lives on.
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Yes, that’s true.
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🙂
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