This is a story of Aberdeen, or rather my personal and subjective impressions of this northern city- bounded by two river mouths, the North Sea and green stretches of land.
Some call it the Granite City, some others say it is silver. It is also known as the Energy Capital of Europe. But the label I think is the most accurate is the Grey City. Its ubiquitous landscape created by the silver granite and perfectly matching sky evokes an atmosphere of gloom.
I can’t see its glamour described by others. It might have faded in the history, tarnished and covered by the patina of time. I can see how the past blends with the present. I am interested in juxtapositions between the natural and the man made and our relation to the landscape. I am a visitor here and I see it like an outsider would.
What I am attracted by are the things that are seemingly commonplace, which others may see as the routine and mundane.
Welcome to the Grey City that I know.