At last some more suitable weather for photography coincides with daylight and a receding tide. Although still bright (not overcast as I really wanted) the fog worked wonders in helping create some isolation for Cramond island. With Edinburgh and Fife hidden, a sense of remoteness was achieved. As there was no wind the water was also very calm thus adding to the quiet stillness that I want for my images.
As I followed the tide out I took these images that remind me of marching soldiers. Quite a good metaphor given their original purpose as a submarine barrier, seemed quite appropriate.
Once on the island I was able to retake this image.
Without Edinburgh in the background its present day (safe) context is missing and the guarding function has been emphasised. Taking this image from a relatively low viewpoint has also enhanced the apparent strength and power of the gun emplacement.
This old path leads away from a cluster of pill boxes on the north end of the island. The broken glass (to be found all over the island), the path and the scrub reminded me of the Roger Fenton, Crimean War image of canon balls.
The following is the first image of the pill boxes where I feel I am starting to capture the mood of quiet isolation. They are no longer strong fortifications but still seem to have a stoicism and purpose. The graffiti has demeaned them but not defeated them.
Both images (above and below) have been taken from a superior position which seems to give the viewer more power than the subjects.
In the final image I deliberately chose to make them relatively small in the image and almost cowering in the bottom corner. These decisions plus their almost sad faces makes them appear to be cowering, defeated and no longer the powerful structures they once were.
I am reminded of the following image by John Kippin which I read in the same way – “how the mighty have fallen”.
Image by John Kippin, from Futureland.
Overall, I feel that having weather that helped to isolate my subject had a wonderful effect upon my own creativity. It was as if the metaphorical noise of distant landscape had been interfering with my being able to see how I could modify my compositions to achieve meanings in my images. I think that also accounts for the far more romantic descriptions of the images here versus previous visits.