What really caught my eye was a display in a local shop. It was of a fishing net with wooden fish insight it. I couldn’t resist taking a photo of it.
The image really caught the atmosphere of Folkestone. Like so many seaside towns in Britain, the fishing industry has influenced it and is part of its history. However, it isn’t immune to the decline in the fishing industry either.
While I saw a number of boats in the harbour, I did wonder what impact the fishing industry has on Folkestone now. There are decaying physical memories of a town that had a more prosperous past – like the disused railway station at the harbour.
While my photography hangs onto these remnants, they also give some wonder at an age past. What was it like to pass through Folkestone a century ago? Who lived and worked there? There are so many stories – some forgotten, some not, and some yet to come.
That is the nature of time and space, and my photography manages to capture part of this. The wooden fish in the fish net harks back to a bygone era of a thriving fishing town, but has now become an art piece for someone’s home. My photo of this, and the town, tries to capture a town full of human stories.