TEL AVIV MEMORIES

A small gallery of images of Tel Aviv from the late 70’s and early 80’s. Colourful, ramshackle, exotic and cosmopolitan even then, the seeds were well sewn for the exciting, “happening” city we know today…

(camera used: Nikon FE with Ektachrome and Agfachrome)

REGGIO EMILIA – CITY OF ARCADES AND BICYCLES (and no tourists!!)

How often one hears a place enthusiastically recommended for being “non-touristy”. My own local city in southern Spain, Malaga is often described in these terms (by me, among many others), but until my recent visit to Reggio Emilia I hadn’t fully appreciated what “non-touristy” means. If I mention that during my  four days in the city I only saw three cameras produced in anger (including my own) and that I only heard English spoken on two occasions, you begin to get the picture. But “non-touristy” is an accolade for several reasons, and all of them cliches that Reggio lived up to more than any supposedly “non-touristy” city I had previously encountered. For example, everything, but everything, from hotel rooms, to dining, to shopping was at least 20% cheaper than say, in the neighbouring – and allegedly more glamourous – city of Parma, and up to 50% cheaper than the regional capital of Bologna. And in addition to not ripping you off, most of the people are genuine, and sincerely welcoming. Moreover, there’s all the culture one would expect in a medium-sized Italian city – art (ancient and modern), churches, museums and three (yes three) thriving theatres. And as for the quality of the all’aperto atmosphere, especially in the leafy Piazza Fontanesi, of a spring evening, it was the equal of anything I have experienced.

Finally, I should also point out that Reggio Emilia’s hams and sausages are every bit as delicious as those produced in the aforementioned Parma, and as for its balsamic vinegar, it makes that brewed in nearby Modena seem thin and bland by comparison.

Reggio Emilia is famous though for two things: Being the birthplace of the national Italian flag – the Tricolore, and being a centre of Lambrusco wine production – the less said about the latter, the better…well, nowhere’s perfect!

ALHAMBRA ARCHES

THESE DAYS, VIEWING THE ALHAMBRA PALACE IS MORE OF A CHORE THAN A JOY. THE PLACE IS SO POPULAR WITH TOURISTS THAT YOU HAVE TO PRE-BOOK DAYS AHEAD (WEEKS AHEAD IN SUMMER) FOR A “SLOT” FOR THE DUBIOUS “PLEASURE” OF SHARING ONES’S VIEWING EXPERIENCE WITH A THOUSAND FELLOW SARDINES. ON MY LAST VISIT, THE CROWDS WERE SO DENSE, ESPECIALLY AT THE PALACE ITSELF, IT FELT MORE LIKE LEAVING A FOOTBALL STADIUM THAN A GENTLE AMBLE AROUND ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BUILDINGS ON EARTH.

FORTUNATELY FOR ME, THIS WAS NOT ALWAYS THE CASE.  ONE BALMY NOVEMBER DAY, BACK IN THE MID 1980’S, BEFORE THE NEED FOR “SLOTS”, MY THEN PARTNER AND I VIRTUALLY HAD THE PLACE TO OURSELVES AND IT REMAINS ONE OF THE MOST TREASURED “SIGHTSEEING” MEMORIES OF MY LIFE. NOT ONLY DID WE HAVE THE TIME AND SPACE TO TRULY APPRECIATE THE UNDERSTATED GLORY OF THE PALACE ITSELF, THE FRAGRANT GLADES AND PATHWAYS OF THE GENERALIFE GARDENS WERE AS TRANQUIL AND SOOTHING UPON THE SENSES AS THEY WERE DESIGNED TO BE.

THE EIGHT IMAGES HERE ARE FROM PHOTOGRAPHS TAKEN DURING THAT VISIT, AND I THINK THEY CAPTURE SOMETHING OF THE SERENITY WE EXPERIENCED.

(camera used – Nikon FE)

VIENNA – THE THIRD VISIT

A SET OF IMAGES LOOKING AT FAMILIAR SCENES THROUGH FRESH EYES

TO ARARAT AND BACK – A DRIVE THROUGH RURAL VICTORIA

Ever hear the one about the Australian, the Dutchman and the Englishman? No? Well neither had I until this little drive three of us (an Aussie, a Dutchman and yours truly – the pom) took from Castlemaine to Ararat and back just over a year ago. It was only a day’s drive through a small part of one of Australia’s smallest states but the variety of scenery on offer was as diverse as it was stunning. Add to that one or two quirky architectural features and it made for yet another day of photographic heaven for this wide-eyed pom…

101 DRUIDS (NOT DALMATIANS) – ON PRIMROSE HILL

There are many reasons why I love living in Hampstead, and being a half-hour walk from Primrose Hill is one of them. Apart from providing the finest panorama of London north of the river (with all due respect to aficionados of Parliament Hill) there’s a surprise in store on nearly every visit. For example, on the day these images were photographed there was a “gathering” of druids – not something you see everyday!

A RAINY DAY IN CHENNAI

In 2003 my wife was invited to India to open an autism clinic in Coimbatore in Tamil Nadu. We flew into Madras where we also spent our first night. Unfortunately, our hotel was terrible (too terrible to go into details on this site) and with the monsoon in full sway, it all added up to a fairly miserable first 24 hours on the Subcontinent. These six pictures – capture something of the general melancholy (if not the aroma) – especially the one of Dido waiting in the hotel dining room for our taxi to arrive to take us to a coastal resort for a three-day holiday.

IMPRESSIONS – NETANYA BEACH

The Israeli coastal town of Netanya sits on high sandstone cliffs above one of the most spectacular beaches anywhere on the eastern Mediterranean seaboard. The 12 images presented here reflect the beach’s vivid and colourful mood over a time-span covering the last four decades.

MADEIRA – ISLE OF VOLCANIC FECUNDITY

Here are ten images of the dramatically beautiful island of Madeira.  The original photos were taken in 1989 on my old Nikon FE

FLEETING IMPRESSIONS OF SINGAPORE

Sadly I only know Singapore as a stopover , so these truly are merely fleeting impressions…