Bridges Abridged, and an Addendum

 

Alan with his immaculate sense of timimg has once again produced a link that allows me to update progress on the substance of an earlier Blog inwhich I detailed the various Walton Bridges.

The first bridge was captured by Canaletto

 

This Bridge was built in 1750 and pulled down 23 years later because it proved too costly to maintain.

Over the period since, 4 other bridges have been constructed.  In less than my life-time two new bridges have spanned the Thames, both have been temporary and cheaply constructed with little maintenance. In the same time traffic has grown from a few buses and lorries, and the odd car,  and lots and lots of bicycles, to traffic carnage.

 

 

 

This is an everyday, all day, scene, and a place of numerous accidents.

 

The first span, of bridge number 6, from the Shepperton side to mid-Thames.  The Bridge was closed during the night and the event was attend by, so I'm led to believe, hundreds of spectators. 

Work starts on the 4 lane approach, across the Engine River, to the Thames to replace the listed causeway.

 

The new Bridge is due to open mid 2013 - will I live to see number 7?

A Reflection on Architecture

My interest in architecture has tended to concentrate on when buildings were erected with human and animal muscle-power.  It harks back to the days before hard-hats and toe-tecter boots, and Health & Safety, before steam, internal combustion and electricity was used to dig, shape and lift.  Back to when design and planning was learnt by years of experience and carried in the head.

To me this is a piece of architecture of interest;

 

Neolithic long barrow on Guernsey

 

A little early and a little exposed, but nonetheless a thing of wonderment;  how did they do that?

 



Egglestone Abbey 

 

Again a little exposed and showing the signs of poor maintenence in the past, but this allows us to view it at its most basic.

 

Little Moreton Hall

Requiring a little updating

Victorian Replication

Liverpool China Town 

Architechture, but not as we normally know it in the North-West

 

And, now for something modern.  I generally do not hold the modern with much esteem, having seen, and worked on, the construction of Offices, Factories, Tower Blocks and Houses in the sixties, I found too samey, shoddy and lacking in any real aesthetic value.  Much could not even claim a utilitiarian value.

Since the sixties, I think there has been some improvements.

The Spinnaker Tower

A spire to Mammon 

 

 

 

 The Liverpool Dock Building as seen in glass of the not too attractive Mann Island Building

Sepia Saturday 153

As this my first entry for nearly twelve months, I've decided to take the obvious and chose pairs or couples, or two's, and young (and perhaps, not so young) women as the theme this week.  Not only is it obvious but it also give an excuse to go rummaging through the various bundles of old photos lying uncared and moulering for in the back of my draws and images downloaded and stored in half-forgotten folders on the PC.

I'm not sure where this image comes from, but I've taken a lead from our leader and cropped it heavily.  The intention was not to find a picture within the picture but to remove the naughty bits that might cause offence to the sensitive.

 

 

This is clearly one of those mildly erotic images so much loved by upper class Victorian Gentlemen.  To be true to their superiority and propriety it has been cropped so as not cause respectable ladies to swoon, shock children or arouse animal passions in the lower classes and the feeble-minded..

 

 

 

 

 

In common with many others I often try to imagine, from the faces of the sitters, what is going on in their heads.

 

Quick, quick, hurry up, I'm going to scream.  Don't you dare, and you Mr Snapper get a move on.

 

 

I'm uncomfortable, but cute.  I'm a big girl now but still cute.

I've just noticed my last post was 23rd December;  It must have been some Christmas Party.

That got me thinking.  Time - strange concept looking forward ten months seem like - well ten months, but looking back it is barely 5 minutes.  I have this theory.  Time forward is unused, it is real time, measured in hours and minutes - it is the whole duration.  But, time backwards is a function of age and the memory of experiences .  The ten months since my last post is just about 1.3%. of my experiences.  And that don't seems so long.

Seriously though I must get round to posting a bit more frequently. In the time that has passed, Santa's come and gone and is getting ready to come again.  I succumb to constraints of process that made work increasingly more difficult (or pointless) and retired.  We've been away a number of times, taken hundreds of pictures, planted a couple of relatives, and attended my son's wedding.  

I've taken to going to a gym.  What I'm capable of doing, as an Old, Fat ex-Smoker, has surprised my Trainer as well as myself.  I still need to give myself a little "talking to" to get going, but quite enjoy it when I start.  I do about an hour, but this can stretch on a bit when I'm cooling down on the bicycle, if an entertaining body is working out within my eye-line.

The turning has taken a bit of a back seat to the carving.  The carving is not as immediate, but it produces a lot less dust.

 

Lincoln Imp in Oak

 

Greenman in Lime

 

Little Owl in Apple

 

 

 

 

I still spend time on the PC, and must get back into the Blogging mode, instead of playing cards and looking at, but seldom responding to, other people Facebook postings.  So much is going on, the New Walton Bridge (a subject I touched on a number of times) is under construction, some of the pictures I've taken are interesting or tell a story, the carving and the turning may be suitable subjects for future contributions.

 

If any one picks up on this, I'm pleased to meet you and hope to link up again..