I was asked a few weeks ago if I had any seasonal shots showing Tunbridge Wells in springtime.
Well not many, so eager to oblige I went out amongst the bluebells etc.
Unfortunately it is really hard to sense the Tunbridge Wellsness in any of these, but they were honestly mainly shot on the common with the last two down my street.
Possibly a host, but arguable exactly how jocund…
Sometimes I get so involved in one set of photos that I completely forget about some others.
This happened back in September when I was rushing around trying to visit as many as possible of the churches in town on Heritage weekend that I completely forgot this set of mainly flower pictures from Bedgebury.
Here they are rediscovered:
My mantra on this blog has been “always take my camera with me everywhere I go,” but in my eagerness to pick it up when going out, I don’t always pay attention to what is on the front of it.
So, a couple of weeks ago, I set out to go walking on the common with a close up portrait lens (a 1980s Zeiss Planar 85mm f1.4 for the gear-heads amongst you.)
I actually like the challenge of seeing the world through an unfamiliar view, but after struggling for a bit taking in the wide views of the trees…
…I changed tack and headed down to the pantiles where I enjoyed the blurred backgrounds this lens gives me.
Then a quick stroll past the shops at the bottom of town:
And then best of all for a coffee:
A few months ago, on Open House Weekend, I rushed around many of the Churches in town. Since then, I’ve been meaning to get into some of the ones I missed. The easiest to manage, because it is open every day, is likely our best known- King Charles, the Martyr.
It is a really attractive space inside, older than any of the other churches in the main part of town and with some great understated windows which make up for the (for me) slightly OTT plastering on the ceiling.
All nearly enough to make me forget the name of the place- What made Charles 1, a man who always seemed to me to have been one of the worst meddlesome monarchs we have faced in history, a martyr?
Sometimes I ask myself why I continue to lug my camera with me every day to take the same old pictures of the same old places.