Last week I took the opportunity to drive north to Yorkshire and pay a flying visit to Scarborough to spend time with a friend. In my 13 years of living in the UK, I have never ventured beyond Lincolnshire, despite having spent 6mths in Yorkshire back in my travelling days. So this was a return to a former āstomping groundā of sorts along with a chance to further explore somewhere I had only fleetingly visited some 15 years ago.
As a traveller with an eye for a good image, I find myself naturally drawn to the visual evidence of patterns within each culture that I meet. With possibly millions of images tucked in the cloud after all these years of journeys, I realise that I am invariably following certain threads in my observations.
I love a good doorknob – I am entranced by a French entrance! My eye is caught by the style of font that is found in a city on signs and house numbers – Helsinki has a love of a spidery, hipster font and the apartment numbers are austere illuminated boxes whilst Art Deco lettering is all about. Post boxes in national colours, street signs on enamel or wood. The patina of peeling paint on an Rajasthani palace wall – soft, dusky pink.