Winter edition, issue 004
Hello and welcome. I’m Tom Price, a photographer based in London. Welcome to Frames, my digital postcard project. You can read the introduction here and sign up to get them in your inbox, twice a month.
For the past three weeks, we have been experiencing high winds.
The stormy soundscape has predominantly been one of long howls. Punctuated by sudden staccato crashes as signs and other loose debris are de-seated by the wind and propelled at other immovable surfaces. This wild orchestration is undergirded by the unceasing tukka-tukka flap of shredded plastic sheeting. Its rhythmic whip, a piece of performance art, a zealous round of applause to the construction workers.
It’s not been as debilitating here as in other parts of the country, but our usual wind tunnels have certainly ramped up their fury, to the peril of anyone venturing out in the gustier moments. On the first stormy weekend, I witnessed a couple crossing the road — a scene I won’t forget for a while.
The two of them looked into the wind and then away from it. Then, white knuckles forcing the four wheels of their pram to the ground, they stepped off the curb. Just as…
