On October 17th, 18th, and 19th, in celebration of the 40th anniversary of “Heroes”, and in collaboration with Arts Brookfield and WNYC’s New Sounds Live, Jonathan Meiburg, Emily Lee, Sadie Powers, Lucas Oswald, and Josh Halpern (Shearwater and Loma) were the nucleus of an all-star lineup performing Bowie’s entire “Berlin Trilogy” of albums (1979’s Lodger, 1978’s “Heroes”, and 1977’s Low) at the magnificent Winter Garden Atrium at Brookfield Place in lower Manhattan.
Shearwater Manchester Nov 2012
Jonathan and David
Boys keep swinging. Me in my Hometown 1978
Sound and Vision Home 2019
Shadows on rock
Head above water
The pull of the unknown
Huelgoat December 2018
Once upon a time in one of those rare moments to be in front of the camera sometime in the 80s. Strangely I look at myself in the mirror now and I look pretty much the same despite some 30+ years having passed. I have no idea how this is possible……..
I’m not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for, a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognise
When he catches his reflection on accident
You may tire of me
Because I’m not who I used to be
But I’ll follow you into the dark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Nine o’clock in the morning
I’m taking the overnight train
Checked the Date – February 2018
I’m riding to someplace
Where I’ve never been
And I’m waving through the window as we go
What are you waving at ?
Well what do I have to lose
Somebody might wave back
Seven o’clock in the morning
I’m carrying bags under my eyes
Been awake all night
Counting the hours to sunrise
Drawing patterns on a breakfast table top,
I lift my gaze, my mouth just drops
There’s someone in the room waving at me
What are you waving at ?
What do I have to lose
Somebody might wave back
I have a pain I cannot shake, just a name in a data base – I hesitate
Got some bad news that cannot wait. Are you sitting down?
His lead still hangs by the front door
Though he’s been dead for five years or more
He buried him on the moor
So that he could keep him close
It broke his heart and it made him old
Tries to rebuild but it just erodes
Some people say that’s the way it goes
But he don’t feel that way
Something dies when a star is born
I met Simone Felice and Mike Scott
It didn’t make me feel different
I guess I lost all my innocence
Way too long ago
You called my bluff and you won the fight
I ran outside into the serious moonlight
I had a lighter that didn’t light
Well I know I shouldn’t smoke
I was gone, I was free to leave
Tears in my eyes so I couldn’t see
But I made my way back home
Mesmerised children are playing
Meant to be seen but not heard
Stop me from dreaming
Don’t be absurd!
Sentenced to drift far away now
Nothing is quite what it seems
Sometimes entangled in your own dreams
Long afloat on ship less oceans
I did all my best to smile
One of the greatest gifts of photography is the ability to be fascinated by something as seemingly mundane as an abandoned child’s bike, a discarded chair or an empty parking lot. In all fairness it wasn’t simply an empty parking lot, but rather the light during a sandstorm, late one afternoon drifting across the sand peppered surface of an empty parking lot. But that is still fairly mundane. Not many people are sitting at home and think to themselves, you know what I want to do today? It’s not dinner, it’s not clubbing, it’s empty parking lots. Not many people! But I am happy to belong to the people who do think such things. Because that’s what photography does for me, it gives me the tools I need to notice such things and a strengthened sense of creativity to appreciate them.
And I am thankful for that. It isn’t even about being able to make an interesting photo of such things, but rather simply the noticing of them. I think this image is alright, I doubt I will ever print it, it’s interesting enough to post along with this short train of thought, so that counts for something. But the value that came from this experience was all in the experience itself, standing there in a big, open parking lot that was a few hours removed from being packed with cars and people, that was noisy with human activity and had become silent, the play of the different colour temperatures of light across its surface, and the speed at which the clouds were traveling on the stormy breeze through the skies above.
I also found my shadow exploring the emptiness. I know that technically it is always there, following me endlessly around on my travels, whether it wants to or not. Sometimes I notice its companionship, sometimes I know I don’t, but yet it remains right there. I turned around, surveying the light, looking for any last moments of the day to photograph, and there it was stretching out in front of me. Was it in repose? In waiting? Bored? Anticipating? I have no idea. I never do. But it did hold still long enough for me to make a photo of it in that light. Within a minute or two, the sun had dipped those crucial extra couple of degrees and my shadow, though still there in some sense, had nonetheless dissipated, immersing itself unto invisibility in the greater pool of shadow that stretched across the land.
All in all, it was a good moment to be in and one I doubt I would have ever found without the benefit of photography.
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
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…