Project 365 – Day Three Hundred and Nineteen – Really, Don’t Blink

After glorious sunshine yesterday it was back to dismal, miserable weather again today. I still managed to get out, but just down the road to Leicester’s Welford Road Cemetery.

This is the second time this statue has featured in my Project 365, the first time was back on Day Sixty Seven, so I think I’m not pushing it too much in returning to a subject I’ve already covered. I shot from as low to the ground as I could to make the figure loom really tall thanks to the Sigma 10-20mm lens.

Sadly there was nothing much I could do about the blank white sky.

Canon 7D, Sigma 10-20mm, 1/30 at f7.1

Project 365 – Day Two Hundred and Forty Nine – Tranquil Repose

Considering that Leicester’s Welford Road Cemetery is one of my favourite local places to head with my camera, it’s quite surprising that this is only the second picture taken there for my Project 365.

I headed out there this afternoon for an hour or so and had fun with three different lenses, my Lensbaby, my Sigma 10-20mm and the one used here, the Canon 70-200mm f4 L .

There are certain of the memorials here which always seem to draw me back to shoot them again and again. Last time I was here for this Project I shot one of them, this is another. There’s something very tranquil in her expression and over the course of the last century the stone has gained some wonderful textures, not to mention moss and lichen.

If I squint I can almost believe this is a real person rather than a carved block of stone.

Canon 7D, EF 70-200mm f4 L, 1/320 at f4.5 .

Project 365 – Day Sixty Seven – Don’t Blink

I took a trip to one of my regular photo walk venues today, Leicester’s Welford Road Cemetery. I wasn’t too keen on anything I ended up shooting, but this statue always seems to draw me in and I’m not altogether sure why. I’ve photographed her many times before, but whenever I’m there I always try again.

There is maybe something frighteningly real about her, the arms in particular and the shape of the leg showing through the dress. Whoever the sculptor was, he certainly did a much better job than many of the other angels and assorting weeping figures to be found in this Victorian necropolis. I could almost expect her to glance up at me with her weathered eyes at any moment.