So I was fairly fortunate with the light when I took this architecture fine art photo, as the sun was going down. I think a larger break in the clouds would have been better. I would have liked a bit more light spilling along the length of the pier.
However, in post processing I managed to achieve the vibe I was going for. Dark and mysterious. The flock of birds that suddenly hovered over the Pier, in the distance, added extra atmosphere, which gave my finished vision a pretty cool boost.
A think a foreground subject in the photograph, such as a table, like you can see in the distance, would have detracted from the main event, the beautiful Victorian building in the distance. So the textures in the wood and the odd lines on either side of the foreground, actually work as a subtle foreground subject and the lines actually point in the direction of the pier.
There is a Disneyesque element to this image. Like a magical castle, in the distance that Mickey, Pluto and friends must get too. Pardon the childish reference...
The perspective and leading line of the wooden pier, leading to the subject (The Victorian building) is something that I have always appreciated in film, where the eye is drawn into the center of the frame; such as the scene with the Twins in the corridor in Stanley Kubrick's 'The Shining'.
This is a technique known as One - Point Perspective, where the near perfect symmetry in the composition draws the viewer's eye to a specific focal point, generally creating a sense of dread and unease.
I kind of pay homage to Kubrick's vision in my horror themed photo, 'Wrong Corridor', albeit on a much smaller scale.
And to a degree, now that I am no longer stuck in my studio, I am beginning to do the same in the Eastbourne architectural image, ‘A Silent Night on Eastbourne Pier’.
Following on from the horror theme, one of my other passions is short horror stories and I have written a snippet of a story for this image, that I have already posted on Instagram. I have included below for your enjoyment.
'A Silent Night on Eastbourne Pier'
Dusk was falling. The birds were circling; and I was wondering whether the enchanting building at the end of the pier was a haven or a place of doom and terror?
There was no way back, whilst I sheltered under a table, the opening of the pier had broken off and had washed away in the storm that had now dissipated, yet was about to return to unleash another reign of destruction, upon the town that was once a thriving holiday destination.
As the rain crept in and began to splatter my torn clothing, I apprehensively made my way to the Disney like, palacial facade, that seemed to be beckoning me, with its bright lights and colourful architecture, against the drabness of the of broken world....