I’m still looking for those out of the way places, not too far from home. The places where you come across the occasional dog walker, cyclist or fellow flaneur.
The places where you can find unexpected beauty in the mundane.
Hilsea Lines is one such place…where you are reminded that Portsmouth is on an island, connected to the mainland by a series of bridges.
The railway bridge over Hilsea Moat certainly fits into the category of mundane and functional, seemingly shored up by scaffolding and planks. Not quite Thomas Telford, but in a certain light… at a certain time.
Broken shafts of sunlight framing the flamingo (I think) drawn on the wall, and acting as a springboard for what seems to be a diver…
‘Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in’.
Seems like a song for our times…a little bit of light never hurt anyone…