First day shooting, it rained all day, I arrived on Goldsworth Park at lunchtime. Mum and I went for a brief walk and had lunch.
Decided an evening walk would be good since it stopped raining, kind of. Went out about 21:30, walked up towards Robinhood Road. First photos were taken along Lockfield Drive and then on the site of the burned down Robin Hood pub. Mum says she went there once with my uncle Steve but as soon as they walked in they walked out again. This aligns with my only experience of the pub, it seemed to be frequented purely by older men who gave a death stare as you entered, only sold Carling and Stella and generally was not well maintained. It wasn't therefore surprising that it struggled and when it burnt down pretty much everyone agreed locally it must've been an insurance scam (allegedly?).
Clifton Way
I wanted to go there tonight as it's elevated and right on the edge of the park, however there was not a great deal to shoot, perhaps I'll go back in daylight. I shot a couple of images of a large yellow daisy/weed, it was hard to see the colour in the dark but I was sure it was yellow. I shot a long exposure and it was indeed yellow. At one point I went to grab a weed which was in the way of my composition, decided just before grabbing it to use my flash to check it wasn't dangerous, sure enough it was nettles, close call.
We headed towards Mint Walk and stumbled across a great composition of bus stops, red/orange light and long grass, it just all came together, the rain helped with beautifully reflective tarmac bouncing the light around. I shot a few others but nothing of note. Mum knows her way around this part of Goldsworth park, I haven't a clue, so she led the way.
We then stumbled across a decent view through a fence, across a garage area and on to some roofs, shot it through the fence, hopefully it'll look alright. Barely any light, I think the less light the better somehow, too much and it's harsh.
Couple of images across lockfield drive and then in Nethercote Avenue, lastly a nice elevational image of mums neighbours VW camper van. I'm 33, when I was 17 I learnt to drive and on the first day my instructor picked me up he noted the camper van parked across from our house. He said he was thinking of buying a house round here about a decade before but thought the chap with the camper van might always be out there making a lot of noise, here we were a decade on and he was still there tinkering. And now we're a further 16 years and he's still busy working on it, a bit like painting the forth bridge!
Going to shoot at 5AM tomorrow, it's nearly midnight now so I better go to sleep!