Fleet Bay in December
A timeless treatment that reminds me of a theatrical scene or backdrop because it manages to feel at least once removed from reality. That may be because, without the aerial perspective that colour brings, it seems slightly flattened.
Even so, it has a presence of the kind that makes old photographs have a haunting quality. It’s not simply a photograph of something, but an object; a specimen, or an artefact in its own right: mysterious and totemic.