This is your captain keithlard speaking, thank you for flying Air Lard this year, and we hope you enjoyed the flight. The local time in Finchley is 20:47, and if you look straight ahead you will see keithlard’s top ten photos from this year, chosen by an independent panel of keithlard. Please fasten your seatbelts and refrain from smoking as we enjoy these gourmet photergraphs, followed by a selection of cheeses. This is my most favourited picture on Flickr.
No introduction needed to this building.
Two lovely Canada geese, taken at the Welsh Harp reservoir in London’s exclusive North London.
The car is not really moving at a zillion miles an hour, that is the power of the long exposure.
The low resolution and noisy sensor of my little phone camera works best with strong forms and bold colours. This is one of my favourite pictures that I have taken with it.
Part of my Fridge Poetry project.
Best candid of the year, taken at Camden Town station. If you are one of the passionate couple depickted here, contact me to win five pounds.
My most viewed picture on Flickr, taken before the smoking ban obviously. Now even just thinking about smoking is punishable by death, squads of armed tobacco police are roaming the streets to hunt down offenders.
The Lloyd’s Building, reflected in the Willis Building. I like this one, especially as the glorious curved sweep of glass makes the picture look like a fisheye distortion.
Well I hope you enjoyed those, I had a lot of fun taking them. I am looking forward to doing lots of photergraphy next year, I have got some new gadgets to try out, eg a circular polariser. And it really is a beautiful world. See you there in 2008!
It is one of the most instantly recognisable buildings in Europe, but no-one knows its name.
(It is called 30 St Mary Axe.)
It looks like I have a wide angle lens, but I cannot afford one, unless you send money to the address on your screens now. I do not though, it is the power of suggestion. Norman Foster’s beautiful curved fairground mirror, the Willis Building, reflects the Lloyd’s Building across Lime Street.
Ooh! A cheeky little gherkin is peeping out from there. That is where we are off to next in fact, courtesy of keithlard’s inquisitive lens.
This is Minster Court which is an amazing bizarre pastiche-Gothic wedding cake fantasy in the City, just near the Tower of London. It looks something like if King’s College Chapel mated with a porcupine on top of the Munsters’ house, or the Fortress of Ultimate Darkness out of Time Bandits. While it was drunk.
I have been mostly posting pictures to Flickr lately, so if you are a member of my trusted inner circle of hooded acolytes you should investergate there. If you are a normal person do not.
London’s forgotten skyscraper, Tower 42 (the former NatWest Tower) overtops the nearby Gherkin and every other building in the UK, except the trio of giants at Canary Wharf. It is sort of in the shape of the NatWest logo when seen from above, but unfortunately not being 600 feet tall I cannot confirm this direckly.
The Barbican’s Cromwell Tower reflected in CityPoint. I like the Barbican a lot and would love to live there, it is like a brutalist holiday camp. If you know anyone that has a flat there could you get them to invite me round. I could bring some Twiglets and basic wine.
The distincktive silhouette of Cromwell Tower. The Barbican is an amazing place, a 1960s concrete Corbusian vision of towers in the park, only without the park. The necessary demolition work, as the barbicanliving site sardonically notes, was done by the Luftwaffe in 1940.
I love the blade-like polygonal towers, visible from all over London and the tallest residential buildings in Europe at the time. It is handy if you like classickal concerts as well because there is a special live-in orchestra in the basemint.
Britain’s most inviting café and tapas bar.
How awesome would it be living up there. It is probably a bit inconvenient though when you have to go down 43 floors and back up again just to get a pint of milk. Unless you lowered a basket on a string with some money.
Looking across the City past One Coleman Street to the Gherkin and Tower 42, where we will be going next on this photergraphical mystery tour. Make sure you have got some sandwidges and a refreshing flask of weak lemon drink.
Moorhouse, the non-existent building. It would be funny to organise a flash mob of photergraphers to gather outside all at once so the bewildered security guard has to explain 167 separate times exactly why it is company policy not to allow people to take photergraphs of their building.
Looking up at CityPoint again. Man it would be basically awesome to go up in a building like that and take some photergraphs of the view.