A moment in Poole
I booked a day off work, and set off early to Poole, hoping to photograph the docks in the fog. But the thick fog the forecasters promised never really materialised, and I had to make do with a thin mist. Not nearly as atmospheric.
Flats along the harbour. Every time you blink, another block of flats pops up along the harbour.
'Bottle Knot' by Michael Condron. "Made from thousands of overlapping segments of stainless steel that spiral into the form of a giant rope knot. It also features internal LED lighting which illuminates the sculpture at dusk with light creeping through gaps in its intricate metal surface." www.pooletourism.com/things-to-do/bottle-knot-sculpture-p...
I've been trying to reserve judgement since this was first erected. Give it time to settle in and become a landmark. But it's no good. I can't bring myself to like it.
These days the centre of Poole seems to be all demolition sites, building sites, cranes, scaffolding.
But down at the docks, Poole as a working port survives:
A different type of crane, on the dredger docks at Poole.
Poole High Street, at 8am - it's not quite as much of a desert as this photo makes it appear. Lots of boarded up shops, but it's still a good place to go if you want a coffee or a haircut or a tattoo. Not so much if you want to buy things.
I was too early even for a coffee. Found one coffee chain open, but when I walked in they were playing Christmas music - horrible 1960s crooning Christmas music - so I turned and walked straight back out again.