Take a Trip to Marylebone from Cathy Read

Framed in a mock iron girder effect box frame with no mount.

About the Image
It's a dismal day or so some would say. Grey wet days on the Thames are a common occurrence. The only bright colour the orange pod on the London Eye and a few red streaks behind. I can't remember what they were. The drizzle and the eye and the view of what I remember walking, along the Southbank, on this grey February afternoon. The sky has a mind of its own. Partly rain like blooms at the top, through mottled blues with splashes of pale gold down to heavy, misty white bleeding into browns.

A single line defines the edge where the sky connects with the Urban rooftops, suggesting the buildings below. Hinting at what they might be but only the Houses of Parliament and the tower of Big Ben give away any real clues to their identity.

The London Eye looms large and seems to be toppling precariously ready to tumble into the Thames. I often retain the optical effects caused by the camera which the brain filters out. That marvelous ability it has to edit out the inconvenient truth and presenters with an acceptable version of reality that our minds can trust.

Like before, I've played with contrasts the busy water flowing and rippling beside the geometric walkway leading to the covered landing pontoon. The railings and handrail along the South bank. The wheel itself a cris-cross mechanical engineering marvel. Delicate but solid, your eyes follow the line upwards.