To remaIn at the beginning
uNtil the end
every singLe moment
with regArd for all
and finDing life
and peaCe within
a Prayer for
So if you should go skating on the thin ice of mad life
Dragging beside you tear stained eyes
Don’t be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
Carrying just a memory
A snapshot from the Family Album
It’s all you have left for me
But when I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I can’t put my finger on it
The child has grown, the dream has gone
And day after day, life turns grey
Like the skin on a dying man
And night after night, we pretend we’re alright
But I have grown older and the world has grown colder
And nothing is very much fun anymore
And I feel one of my dreams coming home
But this is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
As a photographer I have encountered that quirk of human behaviour where I will pull over alongside the road to make a photo, only to be joined by other cars stopping to also make photos? It seems to happen enough to me that I have noticed it; I’ll find an empty bit of shoulder, or a deserted lay-by with a nice scene and before long I’ll have a small crowd joining me.
This behaviour doesn’t annoy me, I certainly don’t mind sharing a nice view but I do find it interesting how seeing one person pulled over making photos makes it so much more likely that others will follow. I guess if I did have issue with this quirk it is that I wish more people didn’t need the incentive of seeing others already stopped to be encouraged enough to stop themselves. But I get it. I have been on the other side of that equation too, driving along, in the zone, wanting to get to a destination but then seeing a small crowd enjoying a view and having my interest piqued where as I wouldn’t normally have noticed.
I do have one other wish though when it comes to these situations. I wish people stayed longer. I know I have a photographer’s bias here, I move slow and love taking my time in spots such as these. I like to work on my images to insure they turn out well but I also like taking in the scenery. I struggle with feeling a bit dismayed when folks join me by the side of the road only to not even get out of their cars but simply roll down a window, lean out with a phone, snap a photo and drive on. I wonder what it is they really are looking for in that moment. Is all they want a brief record of where they briefly stopped? If you take the photo out of the equation the behaviour becomes even more questionable. Imagine pulling over for 15 seconds, rolling down a window, looking out and driving on.
It is a hard thing to learn how to slow down and really look at things. I feel fortunate to have chosen to become a photographer because I think it has slowly taught me the value of this. I was not as appreciative of looking at things before I became a photographer, so I realise that the stuff I see now that seems so obvious to me wasn’t always that obvious. In a weird way it makes me feel a bit sorry for some of these people that join me at stops like this. I know they are appreciating the pretty scene in front of them, at least in a very abbreviated and superficial way, but I almost want to guide them by an arm to a rock and encourage them to sit for even 10 minutes and watch the clouds drift, or the golden yellow leaves sway and rustle. To feel the warmth of the sun come and go as it passes behind clouds and to listen to the wind interspersed with passing cars. To watch the play of light and be aware of the passing time. To marvel at the seasonal beauty and realise it will be at least another year before you have a chance to see this again, most likely. Or you may never pass this stretch of road again in your life, do you really want to rush this?
I let them do their thing, just as I do mine. And that’s ok. Maybe not perfect, but ok.
I continue to be intrigued by how we see and experience colour. What if our colour layers would have been swapped? Take anything green and replaces it with purple, and vice versa. This swapping of course has other side effects on colour rendition, but the purple-green connection is the main impetus here.
Considering that I like to spend time in green places (like forests) I have some motivation to investigate.
To me this isn’t a gimmick, but instead helps me meditate on the idea but for a quirk of evolution we may not see forests as the lush green wonderlands they are. Our eyes could have adapted to see them as lush purple wonderlands or magenta wonderlands if we had developed some infrared sensitivity. There are some out there with colour blindness that don’t see them as all that green. We are used to seeing forests as green and take it for granted that they are green and we don’t even spend any time thinking about alternatives. I like trying to think about the things I don’t think about. So here’s to thinking about forests in ways we don’t normally think about them.
But there’s so much more than this
There is something else there
When all that we perceive has all gone
But nothing fades as fast as the future
And nothing clings like the past, until we can see
Way beyond imagination
Beyond the stars
With my head so full of fractured pictures
It’s all there is
We have taken our world apart
Lost our faith, sealed inside this plastic life
Intimidated and resigned – we wait
Turning away from each other
We failed, for we did nothing about us
Promises, empty and full of lies
But I have a chance to save my last shreds of time
Follow my instinct,
Not afraid to try
Done with failures
Six weeks old today and butter wouldn’t melt…….hahaha
Playing with Grandma Hattie
Contained, at last.
A Life of Sundays
Spiedini Di Ivoltini Di Agnello
Lomo Iberico, Manchego, Olives, Rioja and Focacia
Since I have been housebound these last couple of weeks and will be the next couple of weeks, due to our litter of four, it has been not possible to go out and make new photographs. So the creative mind starts to think in a different way.
Lentils with Goats Cheese and caramelised Walnuts
One a day…….
I have written over these last couple of years about Trees, Dogs, Music, ND Filters, Autotelic, Books and of course Photography in general, all important for Mind, Heart and Soul. However the mortar that keeps it all together is great food.
Vingnole and Ciabatta
One of my passions (I know I know I have a few) is sourcing and cooking with wonderful ingredients.
Slow roast Shoulder of Lamb
I am by no means a food Photographer but these are some dishes we have enjoyed.
Piquillo Peppers stuffed with Oxtail
Tarte au Citron
And so another Sunday has ended and crumbled. Wouldn’t a Life of Sundays just be the best…..
I dreamed and I wandered
Wayward like a restless wave
Spanning from here to yonder
Most spectacularly saved
Dream and life entwined
The old day cracks and crumbles and it’s fine…
Leaving all the world to play
Music, all I hear is music
Guaranteed to please
As the people run their lives
As their lives are run by time
Music is probably the only real magic
I have encountered in my Life
It’s not some trickery
It’s pure and
And does all these incredible things
It gives you wings.
Winter winter on the way
bitter cold she brings
Winter winter on the way
hard and deadly thing
Winter winter on the way
everybody sing …..
And for those long winter nights ahead; listen, dream and fly……
Gino and Libby
Sam, Denzil, Libby and Hattie
And as Waldmeister Aldo becomes our newest Champion my thoughts drift to my dog of a lifetime. Nimrods Gismo also known as Gino. His blood runs in all Waldmeister Dachshunds. You travelled on way too soon.
“They say you can’t take it with you but they are wrong, because something big has gone”
Long Nights, Impossible Odds………
You can be free, sometimes brave
Sometimes all you want to do is run away.