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Name: DPTPhotography
Address: Newcastle upon Tyne, GB
Telephone: +447986055884

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ME AND MY TRUSTY NIKON 5200.

03/11/2026

'Church Street, Newcastle'

Beneath a Newcastle sky, so deep and black,
The city wears its evening like a coat.
Church Street sleeps, but never quite rests,
As passing lights become stories afloat.

Streetlights scatter stars across the night,
Illuminating brick, glass, steel and stone.
Boulevard glows in the distance,
While the bus station hums its own quiet tone.

Lane7 waits beneath its neon glow,
The Centre for Life stands watch nearby.
And through the darkness, red ribbons of light
Trace the journeys of those passing by.

For here, time doesn't simply disappear,
It stretches, bends and dances in flight.
A slow shutter catches what eyes cannot hold,
Turning fleeting moments into something bold.

The buildings remain, the city moves on,
Headlights become rivers, taillights become flame.
A thousand little journeys cross in a second,
Yet somehow this street remains the same.

And perhaps that's the beauty of photographing night:
Finding something extraordinary in the everyday.
Capturing the light, the movement, the magic,
Before the moment quietly slips away.

03/11/2026

‘Pilgrim Street/Queen Street’

Before the traffic lights and city crowds,
These streets had stories of their own,
Where merchants, markets, horses and carts
Made this corner of Newcastle known.

Pilgrim Street, with roots in medieval days,
Once carried travellers through the town,
Past inns, workshops and busy traders,
As Newcastle’s fortunes grew and spread around.

Then came the changes, streets reshaped,
As Newcastle looked towards the motor age,
When the Tyne Bridge was built in 1925,
Old buildings disappeared from the page.

Sixteenth-century homes were swept away,
Their doorways lost to progress and time,
As Pilgrim Street became a gateway,
For traffic crossing the Tyne.

And so this junction holds its past,
Medieval roots and Victorian stone,
A crossroads shaped by centuries,
Where Newcastle’s history still calls home.

02/11/2026

2026 offers another curveball. This one sees me IN FRONT of the camera. Can’t promise I am comfortable sharing this, but those in the know understand what big a step this is for me.

31/10/2026

‘Halloween Sunrise’

October takes its final bow,
A Halloween morning, a changing sky.
The clocks have turned, the nights draw near,
As autumn’s colours disappear.

At Bamburgh Beach, the day breaks slow,
A fiery sunrise begins to glow.
The castle stands against the light,
As darkness gives way to morning bright.

The tide rolls in, then slips away,
Washing yesterday’s troubles away.
The sea reminds us, with every tide,
That change is something we cannot hide.

For every ending brings a start,
A chance to heal a weathered heart.
To leave behind what weighs you down,
And find your feet on familiar ground.

So take a breath, let yourself be,
Find strength in stillness beside the sea.
Be kind to yourself, give healing its space,
There’s no need to rush, no need to race.

And as October fades from view,
Remember there’s always a sunrise waiting for you.

29/10/2026

‘At the Chippy’

If Victoria Wood taught us anything, it’s that a trip to the chippy deserves its own musical number!

Forget Michelin stars; give us a fish supper, lashings of vinegar, a bag of batter and a deep-fried Mars bar that could stop your heart and start a standing ovation.

Two portions of chips, one battered sausage… and a song worthy of the West End!

26/10/2026

‘Byker Metro’

Where terraces once crowded the streets,
and old Byker slowly changed its face,
a new railway was built above the rooftops,
bringing the Metro into place.

The viaduct rose across the Ouseburn,
a sweeping line of concrete and steel,
linking Byker with the city beyond,
as the future began to feel real.

Then, in November 1982,
Byker Metro station opened its doors;
a new chapter for the neighbourhood,
with trains arriving where terraces stood before.

Now the platforms wait beneath the sky,
while trains glide over the Ouseburn way;
forty years of Newcastle passing through,
and Byker still watching it all today.

From demolished terraces to Metro lines,
the station has witnessed the years roll by;
a little piece of Byker’s history,
beneath every train that crosses the sky.

26/10/2026

'Shadows & Light'

It’s dark down in Ouseburn,
but the bricks still catch the light;
headlights sweep, the shadows dance,
and signs glow through the night.

Aye, there’s nowt quite still here,
just the traffic passing by,
old walls holding stories close
beneath the Newcastle sky.

Shadow and light,
past and present,
meet for a moment
on the old brick wall.

26/10/2026

‘Six Adults, A Baby & Two Dogs’

Grey skies hang heavy over Bamburgh Bay,
as a cold North Sea wind blows hard through the day.
Six adults walk on, wrapped up against the chill,
while two mad dogs race wherever they will.

A baby is carried, snug from the breeze,
as waves roll ashore with a cold, restless ease.
The lighthouse stands watch on the headland nearby,
white against grey in the vast northern sky.

Wet sand holds reflections beneath every stride,
as the sea keeps on rolling, relentless and wide.
Six adults, a baby, two dogs on the run;
no warmth in the weather, but plenty of fun.

For Bamburgh is magic when skies turn to grey,
when the wind makes you shiver and blows you away.

And sometimes the best memories, cold though they be,
are made on a beach beside the wild North Sea.

26/10/2026

‘A Kingdom in a Rock Pool’

A little world where sea meets shore, With ancient castles watching o’er. Dunstanburgh stands against the sky, Whilst clouds and tides go drifting by.

In this rock pool, a world apart, The North Sea leaves its timeless art. And here on Embleton’s rugged sand, History and nature hand in hand.

26/10/2026

‘Waiting on surgery’

She stands above the Tyne, a grand old dame, A hundred years of history etched into her frame. Her iron bones are rusted, her green coat worn and thin, But beneath that tired exterior, there’s still a queen within.

Now she waits for her makeover, her appointment with the crew, A surgical team of hundreds, with a mountain of work to do. With scaffolds for her operating table, and hard hats for a crown, They’ll sandblast all the rust away, strip every tired inch down.

Their tools will be the scalpels, their sandblasters the scrub, As they scour away the decades, from every beam and hub. Then fresh paint like a new skin, each brushstroke neat and clean, Will restore the mighty Tyne Bridge to the beauty of a queen.

She’ll endure the noise and graft, the grit, the dust, the din, Whilst the workers work like surgeons, giving her a second skin. And though the facelift takes its time, she’ll wait above the flow, For some things worth preserving need a little extra glow.

So hold your head up, lady, let the surgeons have their day, You’ve carried us across the river, now it’s our turn to repay. For when the last brush has fallen, and the scaffolds disappear, The Tyne Bridge will stand resplendent for another hundred years.

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