This is Glasgow, and this is a visual ode to my “new” home. There’s nothing that specific that stands out in this city but the city itself. We don’t have an icon to attract visitors like Edinburgh and its castle. Here, the city and its streets are what you should be looking for. And yet, there is so much more.
I’ve been here for 20 years. I’m New Scot. The fact there is such a term is all to know about this country. And Glasgow takes it to a different level. Nothing is perfect, and Glasgow is a perfect example of imperfection. It can be dirty and shiny. Cultured but still prisioner of Catholic and Protestant disagreements/conflicts. Capital of banter and at the same time of swearing.
The creative arts are everywhere. The Glasgow Boys, the Glasgow style, the Glasgow’s prodigal son, Charles Rennie Mackintosh, but also less known architects like Alexander “Greek” Thomson with is very specific style like the inside of this church. Glasgow’s made its fortune from the trade of tobacco and therefore from slavery. That heritage is everywhere in the city centre and indeed, in the impressive mansions on its outskirts. It is a past needing to be acknowledged. It allowed riches beyond compare, for a few. It allowed the City Chambers to be built in the 1880’s, an impressive building boasting to have more marble than the Vatican.
The thing I love the most about Glasgow is everything that is there is for all. Museums, galleries, parks are free. And there’s something for everyone, the River Clyde and woodlands with deer, right at my doorstep. The Dear Green Place living to its name.
Posted for Priscilla’s Lens-Artists Challenge