Look at this.
Most of you would have passed by a junkyard filled with glass like this. My radar, however, starts beeping out of control. My head explodes. My camera takes a thousand pictures. One of my favourite hidden gems in London.
On my toes, peeking over the wall.
Blue is the colour
I’ve passed this little glass-collection – on the corner of Middleton Road
and Haggerston Road –
many a time when I was in London. Every time my heart pumps faster. Skipping beats. As though in love. It’s a combination of the colours and structures of the glass and the abandoned atmosphere of scenery. The few little flowers breaking through the concrete walls. The note on the door. The owner never reached.
I can spend a whole hour watching, peeking over the wall. Always.
Incomprehensible to you, maybe. I understand that.
It’s probably just glass for you. Just someone who forgot he ran a business. Just what looks like glass bathtubs.
No matter how rough the circumstances.
I think it’s mesmerizing. Not damaged goods. And I won’t stop looking at it. Until the owner sells the place.
I hope Haggerston – or whatever London council the glass garden belongs to – can see the value of this beautiful spot.
Preserve it. For the greater good and the dreamers’ hearts! I know I would…
Can’t get enough of this…
Camera through the gate
Mesmerizing corner in London
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A long while and a shorter while ago I read two articles about two different projects. These articles shared one thing: magnification. The first article was about the pictures of magnified sand grains by Dr Gary Greenberg. The other article told about the project of Rose-Lynn Fisher photographing tears. The results both magical.
Blue, orange & pink sand grains. Photographed by Dr Greenberg.
By photographing sand grains through a high-powered light microscope Greenberg has revealed that sand grains in reality are crystal-like pieces that come in stunning colours. The sand used comes from places all over the world. And from the moon…
For her project The Topography of Tears Rose-Lynn Fisher studied a 100 tears which she photographed through a microscope. She questioned herself whether tears of grief would look similar to tears of onions or laughter. The results are published on her website – no one picture is the same. No one tear is the same. I am struck by the difference of the tears, from modern graphic designs to a frosty ice flower mesh. Not just drops of water.
Tears of laughing till I’m crying. Photographed by Rose-Lynn Fisher, copyright 2013
It’s genius and talented minds like Fisher and Greenberg that make me stand still, think and marvel at things we usually kind of take for granted. The pictures show crystals, little gems. My magpie-eye fixed on these tiny pieces of art. Showing a beauty so overwhelming and enormous. Coming from something so small. Coming from our eyes or filling up the gaps between our toes. It shows how there’s more than just sand, just tears, just emotions, just nature. It shows that nature is art. Art that can’t be beaten by us. Just revealed.
Next time a tears rolls down my cheek, I’ll think of its shape and content. And walking bare feet along the coast line I’ll be walking on a million crystals. I find that an inspiring thought.
While on my way to the train station I got lost in an amazing set of clouds. Due to the sun setting, the fierce clouds reflected an almost light yellow dreamy light. Any moment unicorns could descent from them. I missed two trains. Occupied by looking up. The overwhelming beauty of simply looking up! Paintings in the sky.
These clouds made me think of The Cloud Appreciation Society – indeed, they do exist and I love them dearly. It’s about actual clouds, up in the sky, with manifesto and all and they often keep me entertained on a rainy day. In their own words they’re “fighting the banality of ‘blue-sky thinking’”. I applaud thee.
A few snapshots of tonight’s clouds, although they hardly show the intensity of the real-time versions.