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…
If this is heaven it can wait.
Most of the time I see more with my imagination than I do with my eyes, but usually it is still all right there in front of me.
Art is Power
Friendship is Power
Love is Power
Music is Power
Idleness is Power
Attitude is Power
Writing is Power
Discovery is Power
Two are sailing on the ocean, two are in a boat
One knows the stars
One plots the course, not apart, remain unite
Night is falling, morning appears
They find each other for all time
Two are scaling mountains high
Two are climbing to the sky
One looks at the world
One seeks the light
The earth still lying flat on the hand
Two are close to clouds, sea, land
And hold each other for all time
Two already in the shade, two are sitting on a beach
One feels tired, one feels unwell
The long search for peace is within reach
Already all has been said
Already all has been dared
They held each other for all time
Just don’t forget to soon
What once was, was my life too
What now remains
Are friends for all time
Sometimes I make images whose concept is wrapped up around a word, but that word doesn’t exist. Or at least not fully. Or at least not in the language I want it to exist in. I often equate language and photography and try to think of them in similar ways. Photography is a form of language, after all. And the ways I think about one reflect the ways I think about the other. Too often it is easy to mistake the limits of one or the other as set. We get comfortable within those bounds and aren’t terribly curious about what may lie outside of them. We don’t venture off into the unknown; sometimes we are not even aware there is an unknown.
Such is the process of discovery, and I suppose only a fool thinks they know themselves completely and thoroughly. How can you know what is not all there?
A fraction of a moment
Everyone is already a photographer. If you possess a curiosity in making images, you are a photographer. Ignore elitists and gear heads. Photographs are made by people for people and need to be seen in order to live.
Lately I have partaken in several interesting internal q&a sessions on reality. It makes for some outwardly placid but inwardly lively moments. I find myself fascinated by how thin a veneer our concept of reality is. We think we know the world and then suddenly something happens to show us whole other ways of seeing, thinking or perceiving things around us.
On a simpler level, Infra-red and pinhole photography reminds me of this. I see the scene before me in one way with the two eyes I was born with. Then I set up my pinhole camera with its wide, soft view of things and its ability to render not a fraction of a moment but a string of them and I am in another place, seemingly as easy as that. We build our realities bit by bit, over the years and decades as we age, learn, collect experience and evolve as people.
If we know how, we can step from one to another. Maybe not in the grand fantasy sense of the notion but still certainly in a way that can dramatically change the world we inhabit.
And sometimes I stare at the night sky, see those stars a million light years away
And it makes me feel small like a bug on a wall, but who gives a shit anyway?
I embrace loneliness, welcome it like an old friend. Our modern reality over-saturates our daily experience with uncountable distractions from every angle.
Loneliness can be a gift, a break from the riot of technology and the weird need to feel wanted and special.
Had to get the train from Potsdamer Platz
A man lost in time near KADEWE
As long as there’s sun
As long as there’s rain
As long as there’s fire
As long as there’s me
As long as there’s you
The moment you know you know