Over the past couple of decades, the plastic water bottle
has become ubiquitous, available in any shop, and often littering the streets
when emptied. There was a time when one would use a flask, or simply drink
before going out. Bottled water then seemed a frivolous luxury. After all, British
water was the cleanest in the world, we were told. These days, it seems a badge
of honour to walk around with a bottle of mineral water, or failing that, a
small bucket of coffee.
Whilst down at the allotments the other day, I took a
picture of plastic bottles on top of some rusty poles. This is a device that
keen gardeners use to cast protective nets over their delicate crops to
protect them, usually from birds with a net, but sometimes from the frost with
a thin fleece blanket. The bottles, as I’m sure you can see, stop the poles
from poking through the mesh. The transparency of the bottles appealed to me, especially
with the nearest bottle in focus and the other progressively out of focus.
Late last autumn I was walking alongside a stream in St
Cross. It was one of those wonderfully clear bright November days with a strong
low sun and deep blue skies. It was also unusually warm. On the other side of
the stream were the local allotments, and I could see something rather wonderful
going on in one of the plots. Up on poles, instead of water bottles, were
plastic milk containers. Being translucent rather than transparent, they seemed
to glow with more light than the sun was giving them. They were almost phosphorescent.
The owner of this plot had used them in profusion, all at different jaunty
angles, and they looked alive as if they were spirits of horticulture. The mesh
cast upon them looked like a mist. I quickly made my way around to the plot and
then took my time making photographs and making the most of this opportunity
before the nearby buildings eclipsed the sun.
This sort of event is one of the reasons why photography can
be so rewarding. I would never set out to make pictures of plastic bottles. But
with the right light and a receptive frame of mind, one can discover scenes
that are far more exciting than can be imagined.
3 comments:
your photographs have the hallmark of your eye which is inimitable. your prose enhances transports and captivates.
Loved the b/w version of bottles-beautiful! such a keen observer of the magical within the ordinary.
Noel, Mark,
Thanks guys, you're very kind...
Yours,
Graham
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