B&W gallery: The passing of time

The picturesque assembly of house-boats and visiting barges that cling to the foreshore at

Pin Mill, on Suffolk's Shotley peninsula, is a welcome antidote to the seemingly endless

profusion of marinas full of plastic boats that never seem to put to sea. But the old

boatyards are different, usually great places for the casual photographer to pick up a nice

abstract or two. But you have to have the right footwear for the sort of mud you find on

these lazy river estuaries. I've lost a camera and several boots to this sort of escapade,

and not even got the picture I wanted. So this one was taken from the safety of the

walkway around Pin Mill on the Orwell Estuary, home to an assortment of weird and

wonderful craft, mostly just waiting for the day when they'll join the others as picturesque

wrecks. This was the picture that opened my eyes to the possibilities of the square picture,

but only because I couldn't for the life of me work out any other crop that satisfied. If I'd

had wellies, this picture would be very different, but then again, perhaps the wellies would

still be there, in the mud.

The picturesque assembly of house-boats and visiting barges that cling to the foreshore at Pin Mill,

on Suffolk's Shotley peninsula, is a welcome antidote to the seemingly endless profusion of

marinas full of plastic boats that never seem to put to sea. But the old boatyards are different,

usually great places for the casual photographer to pick up a nice abstract or two. But you have to

have the right footwear for the sort of mud you find on these lazy river estuaries. I've lost a

camera and several boots to this sort of escapade, and not even got the picture I wanted. So this

one was taken from the safety of the walkway around Pin Mill on the Orwell Estuary, home to an

assortment of weird and wonderful craft, mostly just waiting for the day when they'll join the

others as picturesque wrecks. This was the picture that opened my eyes to the possibilities of the

square picture, but only because I couldn't for the life of me work out any other crop that

satisfied. If I'd had wellies, this picture would be very different, but then again, perhaps the wellies

would still be there, in the mud.

The passage of time