A few shots taken around the fishing fleet on the Stade at Hastings beach.
There’s so much to take in. A feast for the photographers eye.
It’s amazing the things you find just wandering around, like this beat up old morris Minor traveller. Walking up one of the side streets on the outskirts of my town I stumbled across a makeshift car parking area, initially all I saw were a few cars of the local residents, however on closer inspection I noticed an old Jag and a couple of Morris Minors. The one you see here was almost totally obscured by the weeds and bushes that surrounded it. I loved the way you can just see the grill and plate with the rest being totally covered. Making this shot mono adds a sense of forlornness.
Sometimes you don’t need to go far to find hidden treasures.
Thanks for stopping by.