January 26th – Like the village itself, Walsall Wood Church of St John is a quiet, understated gem. Originally a tiny church, extended massively by the Victorians, then again pretty brutally by the diocese of Lichfield in the 1980s, its personality has maintained surprisingly well.
It’s a lovely subject at night, has a great clock and presents a great aspect to the road. But for a couple of things.
The bloody streetlight just out of shot on the right, and the pedestrian crossing light in the foreground.
Any decent angle on the building includes one, the other or both, destroying the shot. It’s one of those frustrations that just make the character of a place.
But that’s Walsall Wood for you. Never less than quirky.
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