Space
Two years ago, I visited Greenwich in London. I had been to London before, but Greenwich was that bit further out so I hadn’t made the trip. What drew me to Greenwich was the Royal Observatory and the Prime Meridian line. The day I visited, I had great joy standing over the Prime Meridian line, thinking I had one foot in one meridian and one foot in another.
The Royal Observatory was fascinating. I remember vividly some of the clocks and timepieces I saw. There, I learned about the connection between time and the sea. Celestial navigation. Ships can use clocks to more accurately calculate where they are in the world.
I remember vividly the physical spaces in that museum: the spacious interior of the observatory dome, the equipment at the Prime Meridian line, the display cases with various time pieces. I remember the joy I felt at seeing different clocks. I remember in what direction I was looking. Even if the details of a specific exhibit allude me, I remember the place where I stood when I saw it.
After visiting the Royal Observatory, I walked down the hill and went to the National Maritime Museum. While a maritime museum is not as interesting to me as an art gallery, I heard from a friend that the award winning pictures from the Astronomy Photographer of the Year competition were on display in one of the galleries.
One of the things I love about museums is that one exhibit can draw you in and, hours later, you can find yourself with a new interest. The Astronomy Photographer of the Year exhibition was my anchor. From there, I wandered around the museum and explored other exhibits. I learned so much: of voyages to the arctic and antarctic, of the extent of the British Navy, and so much more. After that experience, I would definitely visit a maritime museum again.
Within the maritime museum, I have vivid memories of being in different spaces. I remember the wall on which a particular photograph that caught my eye was on display. I could walk you to the picture today (although the exhibition has since rotated, so I could only take you to the wall, not the picture itself). I can’t remember the name of the photograph, but I remember where I was when I saw it. I remember the vivid blue colour of the ocean, illuminated by, if I remember, some kind of plankton. I was in awe at so many of the paintings in that room.
Many of my museum memories are anchored in a specific place: a room, a hallway, a specific wall. The images of some spaces are vivid. I remember where I was when I saw a work of art that particularly caught my attention (Even if, ironically, I couldn’t tell you how I got from the entrance of the museum to that piece. Oh! Museums can be labyrinths).
I started writing this post because I read Elena’s contribution to the IndieWeb Carnival this month that mentioned the term “Wildlife Photographer of the Year”. Reading those words instantly reminded me of the aforementioned Astronomy Photographer of the Year exhibit, and the specific wall on which the picture that really caught my attention was.
I have just found the picture: Like Blue Lava by Petr Horalek. The photograph is wonderful.
I started that day in Greenwich with the desire to see the Royal Observatory and the Prime Meridian. I ended the day with a newfound appreciation for astronomy photography and maritime history, and memories that, when recalled, make me feel as if I am back in Greenwich.
Celestial navigation Elena’s contribution to the IndieWeb Carnival Like Blue Lava by Petr Horalek