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Spring

Spring is slowly turning into summer here on the 54th parallel north, I wonder how it is in Unalaska Island who is on the same degree of latitude as us.

We may not have the sprawling majesty of Alaska but our lake is looking very pretty right now. All the wild growth around it is doubling in size each week, the bull rushes are racing to the sky and the herons are visiting to get lunch.

Photograph The World…

A few years ago I decided to play about with making my own photograph worlds.  The first one is just outside Kendal in the Lake District, the second my take on a water world, which happens to be Lake Coniston, also in the Lake District.

 

Photography…

As a lot of my readers will know, I love to take photographs and have done since I was 14.  My first job was as a photographic lab technician in charge of enlargements for the company and correcting photographs that had things in them that needed to vanish, a process called spotting.  I had to spot away everything from dust marks to some, well, how do I put it, penis erasing.  Yes, you read correctly, usually, a big group shot and there would be in the photo a man with his bits out.  It was very enjoyable to do and made me laugh quite a lot, and surprised me how many men got their junk out on photos.  I would always ensure that the offending item was erased and no one could ever tell.  Now that is easy with the use of digital photography, and I have done some of my best corrections using the likes of Photoshop, especially on old photos that have fold marks and tears on them.

Anyways, I was invited to join a photography site and now have some of my work there.  But, I did not want to let you all away without seeing some of my prize images.

And then there was light…

I took this photograph at our local cemetery, the sun was in the perfect place as though the angle was touching it.  We have so many statues there if I took a photo of one each day it would take well ever a year to feature them all.

Art…

rothko-chapel-1967

I love art, and that may be seen as pretentious to some, but I love art.  When I started my English Language and Literature degree we studied art for many many months, and at first, I did not understand why, but then after a few weeks we had to write critical reviews of the pieces, or study the reason for the artist composition and write about that, we covered Duchamp, Rothko, Benin, Cezanne, along with many other artists.  However, my favourite artist is Rothko.  Yes, not many people will agree with me, but his piece Untitled No 4 (below) is one of my favourites.  At first when looking at his abstract art I was a little unsure as I have a deep love for classic art, the type you would see in the Vatican (which was an amazing place to go), but the more I read about Rothko, the more I started to understand why he made these compositions, and the deep-set depression and mental health that he suffered from.  I began to look at his works in a new light, enlightened you may say.  I have been lucky to see many of his original pieces at Tate Liverpool.

no-4-1964

Whilst in Rome we visited many churches and saw some of the greatest masterpieces in Vatican City, those being The Sistine Chapel, Raphael’s ‘Transfiguration’, Caravaggio’s The Entombment of Christ, ‘Raphael’s The School of Athens’ and ‘The Annunciation’, Leonardo’s ‘St Jerome in the Wilderness’, ‘Belvedere Torso’, ‘Laocoön and His Sons’, but one of the most impressive pieces of art was Bernini’s Baldacchino, which dare I say, was enormous and so detailed.  I could have spent the whole day just looking at it and if it were possible touching and feeling it, realising the sheer effort in making such an impressive bronze sculptured canopy.

Art is all about us, in everything we see, some bad, some good, and some damn right mediocre, but all in all, it is everywhere.  I am writing this on my MacBook Pro, which in itself, is a delicious piece of art.  But do we appreciate the art all around us, or do we take it for granted, and in turn miss what is in front of us.  One of my biggest loves is photography, I was trained in photography when I was 20 but always had an eye for it.  Every day I see things in the world that a lot of people miss, back in Rome it was overwhelming but even the street graffiti had an allure to it, again art, but by another name.

Over the next few months, I will be posting photographs I have taken, all in the name of photographic art.  Feel free to comment and tell me what you think.  Do you enjoy art? if so, do you stick to a particular genre, or like me have a taste that runs the gamut?  A lot of us are crafters/knitters and that too is now an acceptable form of art.  Greyson Perry being our champion, promoting not only his puts but his tapestries, again I have been very fortunate to see a lot of his works in the Liverpool Tate.

I guess I have been lucky in my life with the appreciation of art as I have been surrounded by it when for many years I worked in Liverpool.  The city is swamped by many museums, galleries galore, private collections open to the public like The Lady Lever and an overall wealth of statues and world heritage architecture.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but sometimes, I think we all need to stop, look, and be consumed by what we see, see it for what it was originally set out to be.  Next time you go out to your local town, city or village that may be at first drab and uninspiring, dare we say boring and typical, don’t just go from A to B with your head down, take your time and look up, yes up, a place we miss the most and you will be very surprised at what you see.  Look for things that you normally miss, take the blinkers off, and the world will show you some amazing things.

Day in the Lakes

This morning M and I decided that we would go to the Lakes for the day.  We got there at 10 am and went to many places throughout the day.  This B&W was in Wordsworth country (Rydal).  Such a lovely place to sit and watch the world go by.

Lilu-Dallas relaxing on the drive.  Harper-Lee is at the far back of the car with her head shoved out the side window.

Bridge on the River Rothay, leading to the Rydal Caves.

Blogging, a short history

blog-buttonI used to blog, and I really do me blog a lot.  From mid 2003 till late 2008 I had my own server, I blogged about everything many many times a day, and I loved it.  But at the end of my blogging days, I had family members criticising me about content that I put on of my civil partnership.  I had not asked any of my siblings to it because we just wanted something small and to our way of liking especially without any interference.  The photos that were taken that day I started to put on my site, my stepfather decided that he did not want the pictures there as one of my sisters may be pissed off at the fact that he and my mother were there.  I replied that it was my site, my wedding, and to get over himself.  However, the critique and messages started to come thick and fast, and in the end, having my own Britney Speers moment, I lost the plot and deleted the whole site.  Thousands of posts, photographs and close to 6 years of input vanished.  I did not delete it in the usual way either, I went full tilt and made it beyond recovery using military grade software.  Needless to say, I was angry with the reaction of family, and it really did spoil the day, yes it was after the wedding, but I look back and remember it not for the lovely day that it was (drunken too), but for the spleen venting that came after.

I learned my lesson that family should be blocked from knowing about my writings, and any social media that I am on.  9 years later and they are truly blocked on all social sites, and I never tell of any writings I have done over the years.  I have tried to blog and everytime closed them down as I did not feel I had it in me, again the bitterness of the past creeping into what was a passion.

Now, 2017, I feel I want to write and blog again.  I have a passion for knitting photography and reading, so this will be a main base for my blog, mosstly knitting though as I love it.  I have in the past few months written poety, so maybe that will apear here too, who knows.  One thing I do know, I am here to stay.

Till next time….

 

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