Our Daily Bread

There is so much that we don’t see immeadiately, or ever, for that matter.  Hand painted signs in this instance.  This Art has been handed over to companies that make signs using computor, photographic images and plenty of plastic.  Picture taken in Stoneham Road, Hove, East Sussex, England.

The hand painted signs above, almost lost to time now…

In a few short weeks now, this sign, between the two buildings, will be out of sight and mind when the trees foliage takes over until next fall…

Stumbled across this Lady

More Street Art for your consumption.  It was not my intension to photograph this lady, I just stumbled across her by accident, lucky me!

Another Telecommunications Box, used as a Street Canvas.  This one, I found by accident in Powis Grove, Brighton. Great Art Work.  I didn’t notice the turd until it was too late.  I suppose that could be classed as a “Dog Tag”.

Two Faced…

Found this last week in Brighton, England.  “Two Faced“.

Street Art – Spray Stencilled on to a Telecommunications Box.  St Micheals Place, Brighton, England.

We are the Mod’s

Brighton.  Famous for being a seaside resort, two pier’s, the Graham Greene novel “Brighton Rock”, Fish & chip’s, sticks of rock.  Mods and Rocker’s (Quadrophenia) and much more!

View of The Brighton Pier, formerly ” The Palace Pier”, through the bikes…

Waiting to get into Brightona, the Motor Bike and Scooter Rally.

Vintage Lambretta’s and Vespa’s together looking fine…

More lights and chrome…

Hope you enjoyed the Scooter’s, “I love them”.  These vintage models make my modern Scooter look like a toy.  My neighbour in the 60’s when I was a small lad, had a Lambretta and he used to take me up and down the road on the back.  No helmets then!

Next time, I will throw a few Motor Bikes into the mix…

Now you see me!

Tagging.  Is it Art!

NOW YOU SEE ME…

NOW YOU DON’T…   Richardson Road, Hove, England.

THEY HAVE BEEN AT IT AGAIN…    Sackville Road, Hove, England.

First attempt on the green shutter, washed out.  Re-Tagged again!

 

Where there’s muck, there’s Art.

It was a good day to get the Wasp (Vespa) out today in Hove, nice and sunny just right for a blat about looking out for stuff with the old camera.  I came across some Urban Art, thought you might like to see…

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This area, is a small working trading estate, the dumping ground is an area of the estate that hasn’t been developed so the night dweller’s illegally dump rubbish!  However there are other people who put the site to better use.  The walls of the building are now a canvas for Urban Art.  I’ve recorded this art work, for it will have a limited life expectancy, should developer’s move in.  Enjoy the colours and rubbish on site…

Pier & Hut’s

It’s a dreary sort of day in Hove, so time to add a few more pic’s.

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Side swipe of Brighton Pier.  I prefered it when it was the Palace Pier.

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Hove esplanade heading east towards Brighton.  Beach huts with City Council offices in back ground on Grand Avenue.

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The Huts after the Storm.

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Early morning stroll with the dog…

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Hove’s Hut’s…

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Early start preparing for the Sunny day ahead…

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End of the esplanade, this is where the Beach Huts finish… Hope you enjoyed my eye’s view.

The Cemetary

I took a little stroll with the “Jack” this afternoon, to Hove cemetery North side, to pay my respects to a very dear friend.  I went loaded with the camera for a reason “Not a morbid one”.  Brighton and Hove cemetery’s carry bag’s of history and my interest lay’s with a certain man.  I read a little bit about this man and where he was buried, that’s all I had to go on.  As you are all aware burial grounds are huge, so it took me many attempts to find the plot.

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The flint Chapel on the South side heading east, Hove cemetery.

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A couple of visitors enjoying the view’s of Hove from the Chapel.  The tower takes on a face like appearance, what do you think!

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One of the Classical monuments in the cemetery.

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This was the Grave that I was looking for.  Martin Leonard Landfried.

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What was you doing at 15 yrs of age!  I don’t know where he was born ,but he was buried in Hove.  When Martin Leonard Landfried was just a lad, he sounded The Charge!  The Charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava.  You couldn’t imaging what was going on in his head or what he saw that day…

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This lad made it through the battle at Balaclava and survived to serve, in the Indian Mutiny and retired as a Trumpet Major.  Tennyson wrote, “into the valley of Death rode the six hundred“.  A lovely piece of history on my doorstep.  “God bless him”.

I shall add more to this blogg sometime.

Hove’s West Pier

A mere shadow of its once splended self, all that remains is the charred carcass of what was a beautiful Pier.  I grew up in Hove, the beach/Seafront played a huge part in my growing up years, it is still a big part of what I do now.

As a young boy this beach “The West Pier beach” was one of my favorites.  When I used to use this beach in the early 70’s the Pier was a fully working concern, with different shows and amusements, the Pier decks were heaving with visitors and locals alike.

We as a gang of lads would cycle down and along the Hove Lawns and esplanade to grab a good position on the beach for the long hot day ahead.  The bikes were piled up, the towels were down, the sun was getting hotter and sea beckoned.  It was always best when the tide was out or going out, because we could swim or wade out to the end of the Pier with our feet just being able to touch the sand bed below.  On the turn of the tide, we would catch the waves and body surf back to shore again and again.  Long hot lovely days…

New Years Day a few years back now, I was up early 5.30am, the local radio station news declared that, the West Pier had been Arson attacked and was burning beyond control.  After a quick cup of coffee, “Mac the Jack” was leashed up and we walked the mile or so to the Pier from home in the wind and rain, passing homeward bound party goer’s still drinking and hugging each other exchanging “Happy New Years” with me.  As we approached, It was a sad sight indeed, the Pier’s long cast iron legs held he burning old lady out of the water, so she just slowly burned until all that remained was the metal skeleton that is now a huge tourist attraction

A small party of early risers were watching the Pier burn as I wondered on to the beach with the dog, tears were shed and some were gathering timber embers that had dropped into the sea and washed up the beach from the flaming wreck.  Most people were still in bed or recovering from the night before parties, blissfully unaware that the poor old girl ” The West Pier ” was dying.  What you see in my picture is all that remains now, the rest of the Pier that linked the shore to the remaining  carcass was severally storm damaged and had to be demolished for safety reasons.

I managed to take this shot of the Pier from the eleventh floor at ” Sussex Heights ” overlooking the beach and Pier, whilst working in an apartment.