Ashton Memorial. I love this building. This is the Ashton Memorial, found high up in Williamson Park, Lancaster. It is known as a folly—that is—a building that is mostly designed for decorative purposes, though these days such buildings tend to serve secondary purposes as well. Gotta love the English language.
It was built between 1907 and 1909 by millionaire industrialist Baron Ashton in memory of his second wife, Jessy, at a cost of over £80,000; around £4.5m in today’s money. At around 150 feet tall, it dominates the Lancaster skyline and is visible for many miles around. It also offers spectacular views of the surrounding area including Morecambe Bay. The building is in the Edwardian Baroque style and was designed by John Belcher.
I love it when it feels like I get an entire park to myself.
Contemplation. Just me, you, the sleeping sun, the dancing clouds and the rippling water. Nothing to do but drink in the flow of the world and let the mind settle.
Confession: I didn’t shoot this photo. I was walking through beginner photography with my friend Lou and when I introduced her to the art of HDR, I asked her to shoot this scene.
After I had composed it, of course. =]
This is the main view of the Ribble Link, that connects Lancaster Canal with the River Ribble. Built as recently as 2002.
Watching the Sun Sleep. So I heard you like sunsets? This was actually the first shot I took once I’d arrived at Ashton Park. The sun had just started its descent below the clouds when I found this tree on the edge of some rather tall grass. Set my camera deep in the grass and shot some brackets of this scene, before I spotted the old crooked tree that became my favourite shot from this trip.
The Oldest Tree In The Field: I don’t actually know if it is, it’s a working title in progress, if you will. =]
This is the result of Sunday evening’s little stroll to, and around, Ashton Park. Picked a good evening for a sunset, I feel.
The park is pretty big (and unexpectedly swampy, too), so after trekking around the area I found this gorgeously crooked tree, all on its own. Circled the tree to find a good angle with the setting sun in the distance, set up and then sat there for half an hour: shooting brackets as the sun set.
It was very peaceful. =]