The Magic of Colour – Travel Memories
I don’t very often try doing photographic challenges – I don’t think my photography is that good. But I’ve been nominated twice now, by Kelly and Mel, to take part in Travel Supermarket’s great ‘Capture the Colour’ competition so I thought I’d have a go! When I first started to write this blog, my photography was dire and most of the pictures were taken on a blackberry (there’s still a couple of phone pictures here!). Then, I acquired a camera – a Fuji Finepix bridge camera – and really struggled to do anything other than use the auto-settings. Then, I was given a NEW camera, another bridge camera but in micro format (Panasonic Lumix) and right now I feel like I am starting all over again trying to find the right settings! Despite my lack of skill, I love my photos. They hold memories for me and bring back places that were very special. The photos I’ve chosen here are all quite recent, taken in the last year. The memories of each of the trips are still very vivid.
Without further hesitation here’s my Yellow – it’s a street in a small town in Tuscany, up in the hills. Quite early in the morning we are waiting for the liberation day parade. There’s only one other person there in my photo. A few minutes later, the street was crowded, full of people of all ages with Italian flags, hanging from the windows and lining the pavement, waiting for the parade. I went to Tuscany earlier this year and there are thousands of potential ‘Yellow’ sunsets. But, this is the one that holds the strongest memories for me – of the passion of the Italian people remembering something that happened over 50 years ago. There are plenty of posts about Tuscany on my blog. It was somewhere to photograph!
My ‘Red’ photo is a lot closer to home. This is a photo taken on my phone on a trip to the English Riviera. By the time we reached Kent’s Caverns I’d taken so many shots that the battery on the camera had died. So I am actually very suprised to have a photo that shows so much of the detail. The visit to the caves was quite surreal. For some reason the idea that you can walk down a street in a busy seaside town and go through a little wooden door and find yourself somewhere that is known to have been used by human beings over 350,000 years ago just seems a little strange. The Caves are over 385 million years old and of particular importance because they show evidence of having been used by three types of humans: Homo Erectus, the earliest Europeans, Neanderthal man and Homo Sapiens. But, it’s the rock formations which are most striking. To me, these strange red, moist rocks look like some bizarre surgical procedure on a giant body. There are stalagtites and stalagmites, columns, curtains, and flowstone. And the formations take around 1,000 years to grow just one centimetre. And the red colour is from Iron Oxide which is also responsible for the red cliffs along the coastline, the distinctive colour of the soil in the area, and the colour of the sails of ships from Torbay, which are traditionally RED rather than white!
This shot of the Sagrada Familia, Gaudi’s great unfinished church in Barcelona is one of my favourites. I love the little people at the bottom of the shot holding their cameras up as if in modern-day worship. When you walk into the Sagrada Familia from a hot dusty Spanish street, there’s a real tranquility. The building is full of blue-white light that streams through the blue stained glass windows around the church. So, this is my blue, tranquil and yet piercing.
This is the attic in one of Gaudi’s houses in Barcelona, the Casa Batlló. After you walk through some of the most colourful rooms, decorated with mosaics and polished wood, you find yourself in a long attic. The white vaulted ceiling gives you a feeling of being inside a rib cage. It’s very restful and calm and feels like an ‘ending’.
There’s more about my trip to Barcelona here
Finally, my Green photo. For this, I do think England is particularly appropriate ‘our green and pleasant land’. And what better place than Greenway, the holiday home of Agatha Christie, which takes it’s name, I believe, from this view down to the River Dart. It’s a simple photograph, but of a view that I can imagine the author sitting and looking at for hours on end. And, it was on part of the same trip to the English Riviera where I saw Kents Caverns.