The roses lean out of their black plastic pots like they’re craning for a better view of the customer, and she’s giving them a proper once-over, but what I noticed was the tote bag so floral it could be for sale at the flower stall.
The poster girl gets the beach, the dunes, the perfect light and a 30% discount; the actual shopper gets a footpath, a purple handbag and a too-warm day in the town.
The boardwalk pulled me straight in. Those weathered planks running across the dark volcanic sand towards a sea gone smooth from a long exposure, like the Atlantic had decided to hold its breath for me.
Playa de Ajabo at dusk is a different beast to the postcard Tenerife of packed loungers and factor-50. This was the middle of winter after all. Even during the day there weren’t huge crowds, the two thatched parasols stood there in silhouette like a pair of scarecrows off duty, and the sky was transforming from molten orange at the horizon up to a deep, cool blue overhead.
A wall of glass tilt over your head and you start to feel very small, very corporate and very much in need of a strong coffee. This is the WeWork office in London. Look closely and there’s one warm pendant lamp glowing in a window, a tiny pocket of cosiness in a tower of cold glass, and that’s the bit that gets me.
I’d rather be working from home and I think most people would too.
The man in the red jacket became my anchor the moment I set up. Henry Street on a sunny day is a river of people. Shoppers, buskers’ audiences, lads cutting across to Gino’s for a cone, and a slow shutter turns all of that into smears of colour and ghostly half-people mid-stride. But he just sat there on the utility box, hands clasped, watching the world rush by at a blur while he stayed pin-sharp.
Number 9 had clearly decided that the racing could wait. I was wandering around at the Dingle Races and right in front of me this dark bay racehouse reared up on it’s hind legs while the poor jocket and two men tried to calm the animal.
Pull the river back a few metres and London grows a beach. I caught this stretch of Thames foreshore at low tide, the water was a proper builder’s-tea brown, the City stacked up behind like someone had emptied a box of glass towers.
I love springer spaniels, so I had to photograph this.
A surfer, fresh out of the water, with her body board while a couple nearby walk and photograph the beach.
What you might notice from the waves and the way the dress of the woman on the far left is whipped about is the wind. No wonder surfers love this part of the world! This beach is inside the Ericeira World Surfing Reserve so you’ll find surfers here when the waves rise and come thundering on to the sand.
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