can you see what it is yet?
Then think park. Think bench.
Bust of Alfred the Great (in Alfred Street, naturally), Bath.
Alfred House sits in a terrace built by John Wood the Younger in 1768.
The doorway to No 14 with the bust is claimed as the finest of its period in Bath.
Shop window, Picton Street, Montpelier, Bristol
Painting to hide storage premises for a long-established Italian deli.
You’ll spot details from Florence, Sicily, Rome, Venice and Pisa.
Picton Street, dating from the early 1800s, is the oldest purpose-built shopping thoroughfare in Bristol.
Lozenge-shaped eyes, ovoid face, slit mouth: this is a classic ‘Celtic’ head.
Although St Mary’s church in Newport, Pembrokeshire was given the usual Victorian makeover, this carving from the previous structure survived by being placed discreetly behind the chancel arch.
Presumably so as not so offend Victorian aesthetics.
Any other medieval sculpture sadly now seems lost to us.
I wonder if the nostrils have been added subsequently: such stone heads often just had a bulbous nose.
It’s very likely this one was damaged by an excess of Puritan zeal.
The curve of this passageway betrays its former existence as a lane backing onto the former city walls, the latter now a mere memory.
A veritable slice through history is revealed, from the 21st-century Centrespace boards to the 19th century and beyond: cobbles; curved brick piers; the timbers of the jetty thrown over the lane; the distant gated brick archway; the worn features of the bearded stone head keystone atop the nearer arch.
Just the intrusive (and rather pointless) no-parking yellow lines to remind us of the present.
An example of crass sixties brutalism sits next door to Edward Everard’s exquisite Printing Works, an Art Nouveau façade designed in 1900.
Simply referencing some details (arch, bricks, tiling, scale) don’t guarantee that this works as a ‘good neighbour’.
To think that the Art Nouveau design was nearly demolished in 1967 for yet more anonymous façades…
Bristol’s Guildhall reflected in a Fiat’s bonnet during an Italian car rally in the old city centre.
There, it had to be done: a picture of a cat.
It’s what the internet was developed for.
The window pane reflects the buildings opposite.
Maybe the cat is reflecting too.
Mausoleum, Paddington Street Gardens, London
This handsome mausoleum was built in 1759 by Richard Fitzpatrick in memory of his wife Susanna who died at the age of thirty. Continue reading “Building 2”