Textures

It’s true to say that I get a bit obsessed with detail and never more so than when I’m taking photographs, so it’s no surprise that on my recent trip to China, a great many of my pictures are of tiny details that would mean nothing to anyone else.

Not for me the shots of family in front of famous buildings. Those pictures are few and far between. No, my pictures go something like this:

This was a barrier to keep the tourists out of the main part of a Buddhist temple.

Some fabulously worn doors in the same temple. I loved the rust colour that so much was painted.

A wonderfully worn handrail in the Yu Yuan garden in Shanghai.

Sometimes there were great juxtapositions.

Sometimes just time itself was visible in the movement of inanimate things.

This was the simply beautiful light reflected in the plastic ceiling of a horrible Chinese style hole-in-the-floor toilet at the Great Wall.

This was at the remote summer palace of the emperors outside Beijing.

And this, a detail from a piece of clothing hundreds of years old in Shanghai's museum, is making me want to knit something similar. It reminds me of a Kaffe Fassett pattern I once made.