Bristol Harbour, UK – September 30, 2016
continued from two earlier posts from my September 30, 2016 photo / sketch journal (post #1 and post #2)
I crossed over to Bristol’s Floating Harbour from Bedminster. My heart pounded and my head spun. Yesterday I had picked up a fresh baguette in Paris before catching a twenty-first century plane to cross the English Channel. The last several hours were spent walking on thirteenth century tiles in a church that was built by wealthy merchants. Later, in the early eighteenth century, merchants grown rich through the slave trade to America continued to donate generously to the church as well as to the city of Bristol. I didn’t know I had scratched only the surface of the significant history of Bristol.
Perhaps it was my dizzy state that lifted the filters from my eyes. I thought I was done with utility covers, abstractions of trash, and my fascination with painted lines on streets. I was wrong. Signage joined the list of street art fascinations that I find necessary to capture, Weak Bridge, Polite Notice No Parking Please Leave Clear and WE HIRE TOOLS.
Every kind of boat imaginable transformed into restaurants.
The colorful houses of Hotwells
Brunel’s SS Great Britain. First sailing vessel with a steel hull.
River Avon locks that control the tidal water and create the Floating Harbour
View of Clifton Suspension Bridge spanning the Avon Gorge
A cement garden
My first pint of ale in the UK
Deerstalker Pie ant Pieminister
Blue Marble Game
The landmark to find my way home.
Straight ahead and up two flights of stairs … my bed.
Tomorrow I will tour the SS Great Britain. Tonight I will dream of climbing the mast while at sea, talking with the gulls as we sail close to land.
Sweet, sweet dreams!