
Humans
modify their landscape—they are compulsive builders. We memorialise
our perception of greatness, and such things long outlive their
subjects—ask any Pharaoh. But the natural world is oblivious of
such things, and competes with the human need to control entropy.
Like the need to weed a garden—perhaps the ultimate expression of
futility—we erect monuments to last the ages, while nature has a
casual disrespect for such notions, in fact is in permanent violation
of them. I took this picture in Mowbray Park, Sunderland, in
November, 2011, during my fourth UK trip. This statue is of General
Sir Henry Havelock, a local, who distinguished himself in India in
the early 19th century, and while he may be standing up
there in cast bronze, on a stone plinth and surrounded with
canons—how many symbols of imperialism can you get into one place
at one time?—nature casually mocks such human constructs. It’s
the seagull, of course. I shot the statue from several angles and
distances, under that glowering, stormy sky, but that bird did not
move an inch, and finally, I accepted it as part of the tableau of
the moment—embodying the narrative of nature’s obliviousness to
human precocity. The man may have been a hero and a figure associated
with national and imperial power, but to a bird—nature—he’s
just a perch. And that’s a profound observation on human nonsense,
really. Minor adjustments to colour, contrast and sharpness in
Irfanview; Fuji FinePix S5600. Image
by Mike.