Waiting at Huddersfield…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s very nice fish names are: the fathead sculpin, the lined sole, the dottyback, the boga, and the blackchin. If you were invited to a Dress Up as a Fish party, which one of these would you go as? Me, I’d be the fathead sculpin of course.

I’m sure, dear reader, you know what it’s like when you go on a train journey and you have to change trains; sometimes you find yourself in a right state of panic trying to get to correct platform, because the train you have just got off was running eighteen bloody minutes late, and the train you need to jump on is already sitting at its platform, throbbing away, and threatening to close its doors – just over there, in full sight, so near yet so far, just across the tracks; come on, come on, let’s run to the bridge!…
Or, you get off your train and look up at the departures board and see that you have thirty-six minutes to wait for your connection. You don’t really need another paper cup of clever coffee, or a juicy healthy wholemeal sandwich, you’ve had all that on the train, so you walk up and down the platforms and explore the station architecture and the limited view of the town that you will probably never in your life visit again. You might even take your camera out and stroll about looking for suitable subjects…
Anyway, this was last November. I was on my way back to Dulltown from Liverpool where there was supposed to have been an exhibition of the work of the artist Fernand Léger. But as it happened Tate Liverpool had by email misinformed me about the dates, and I found that when I got there the show hadn’t yet started! Doh!…
So, heading back home, change at Huddersfield. It was late afternoon, early evening, I was doing the slowly pacing up and down the platform, camera in hand, routine.
There was not a great deal of interest, but I did like the look of that imposing disused factory or mill by side of the station – look, the station lights have come on as evening approaches, I do like their yellowish hue splashing on those riveted steel stanchions – perhaps I can frame them, one at each side of the picture, and at the same time get the station name in too. It’ll be an odd composition, with the main items off to each side and not in the middle, as you might expect – but it sort of draws you in. The various greens of those bushes will add a nice bit of contrasting form and colour too.
Hm… Click…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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6 Responses to Waiting at Huddersfield…

  1. Sharon Mann says:

    A nicely framed photograph Dave. I like that it has the Huddersfield Station sign.

  2. It has an atmosphere of timelessness, this scene you’ve captured.

    • Dave Whatt says:

      Yes, it does have an ‘atmosphere’ doesn’t it? But strangely, I don’t remember it being like that at the time of taking it.

      • I know what you mean. Sometimes I think a photo condenses or amplifies the atmosphere or feeling, allowing us to see the image in a frame or juxtaposition that in the jumble of the big picture of everyday life, we can’t. This photo, I found the building very intriguing, enclosed as you have presented it, it forced me to focus. I really like what you did here.

      • Dave Whatt says:

        Thank you Claudia.
        Isn’t photography odd? I didn’t think when I took it, that the photo would look half as good as it does now – it was just a quick snap as I was waiting for a train.
        Oh, isn’t art a funny thing?…

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