The colours and perspective of the escalator in the National Portrait Gallery caught my attention, which on this first outing with my resurrected Ricoh, came off rather well. The photo symbolises much that is personal too – with with my moving up soon into a space that has yet to be defined.
January’s cold weather had me scurrying inside to such exhibition places with the added benefit of having many marvels to view. I am also making the most of these sights that have been within foot-stepping distance for so long.
Pick of the Month: Marking the the passing of the month with one representative photo rather than saving the best pick of the pics till last.
PoetryPix 
Rather bleak eh!
Not at all – just unclear as the fortune teller’s crystal
I don’t think I’ve been in the NPG since I was a photography student and went to an exhibition there.
Not comparable maybe but I prefer visiting here to the NG – and I shall miss the Martin Parr exhibition
I don’t recall what exhibition we went to see but seem to think it was historically important portraits of the previous 100 years.
the Gallery holds the most extensive collection of portraits in the world so every now and then a selection is displayed as special exhibition
I’m thinking that it was a portrait photography exhibition with the photos picked by the photo editor of one of the broadsheets. The problem is that a year or so later I was living in London and going to exhibitions myself so I may be confusing exhibitions.
so much to see – so little time
It’s probably changed dramatically these days but in the 1980s some of the larger camera makers had galleries in central London that had regular photo exhibitions. I also remember going to some photo exhibitions at the V&A.
I really should have made/make more time for such opportunities – here for example is a current list of London’s upcoming photo exhibitions . There will be more opportunities though elsewhere when I leave London next month.
I don’t know why John Stoddart rings a bell. I went to a Don McCullen exhibition at the V&A in the 1980s but seem to think I’ve been to a second exhibition of his work.
the names blur but the inspiration stays on!
I think it’s quite a brave photo.
optimistically so 😉
Yes. I was wavering between brave and hopeful.