English Dreaming, English Rain as an Illustrated Publication
In the last few days, many readers have asked me to post some pictures of Avignon, Musée d’Orsay and the Three Bridge Kingdom. I am afraid to say that this is not going to happen. As a writer, it is not unreasonable to expect that the focus of my primary blog is always going to be words.
Besides, photography is not my strongest area. I do not have the eye. All my good shots echo the tricks I learnt from working with and managing photographers when I was a newspaper editor. The little I know about composition and framing devices* rarely rises my pictures above the barely competent or commonplace.
While English Dreaming, English Rain as an illustrated publication is not going to happen, I have created a new blog where readers who want to see my photographic hackings will be indulged. Given the continuing need to occult certain information about my life from those that would stalk me or see some profit in making threats into manifest action, the new blog will be strictly invitation only. If you are a friend, regular reader or correspondent and want an invite, just email me at the usual address.
*Strangely, when I used be curious about Anne-Marie Forker, I saw that the photographs she was selling in galleries used the same ‘shoot through an archway/ogee or other dramatic window frame’ that I had demonstrated to her when we both used to take shots for one of her younger sister’s art projects. I guess this means that at least some of my framing devices do not suck.
Besides, photography is not my strongest area. I do not have the eye. All my good shots echo the tricks I learnt from working with and managing photographers when I was a newspaper editor. The little I know about composition and framing devices* rarely rises my pictures above the barely competent or commonplace.
While English Dreaming, English Rain as an illustrated publication is not going to happen, I have created a new blog where readers who want to see my photographic hackings will be indulged. Given the continuing need to occult certain information about my life from those that would stalk me or see some profit in making threats into manifest action, the new blog will be strictly invitation only. If you are a friend, regular reader or correspondent and want an invite, just email me at the usual address.
*Strangely, when I used be curious about Anne-Marie Forker, I saw that the photographs she was selling in galleries used the same ‘shoot through an archway/ogee or other dramatic window frame’ that I had demonstrated to her when we both used to take shots for one of her younger sister’s art projects. I guess this means that at least some of my framing devices do not suck.
Labels: Avignon, EDER, Musée d’Orsay, Photography, Three Bridge Kingdom
posted by David at 9:47 AM
6 Comments:
I would love to see your photographic hackings.
Its a funny thing about photography. We were lucky in that our grandfather who broke horses for a living in the early part of last century, had a love for the camera. Therefore we have sensitive pictures of our mother with her heels dug into the dry soil, barefoot and ...its a lovely photo...no doubt taken with a box brownie...He took photos of horses and dogs and rivers, and the people...not posed...he was just a labourer by today's standards...the photography gene missed our mother but of her five kids three of us have the gene...and it is a gene I think. We take excellent photos, never chop heads out etcetc...the other two don't bother...
I love the written word as much as my lovely grandfather Thomas diod as well but the photos...I can open wnyone of my 58 photo albums and look and remember the day, the smell of the air, the people, the arguements or laughter...thats enough raving...I still have my grandfather's old box brownie...its a treasure for itself, because those lens have seen my mother grow from a baby, held in her young mother's arms in the blazing heat of inland Australia, then to the child she would become, motherless, then on to marriage...aahhh... one day when I publish the book I am ploughuing through I will honour this aspect fo life. Its a bit of a passion.
Ah, don't be such a perfectionist Mr S.. ;-)
I think we're all just envious of where you are. I know I am! Seattle is buried under a few inches of snow that you'd undoubtedly make something far more beautiful and ethereal and magical out of than the wet grey sludge I have to walk home through..
I, too, would be interested in your photographs. Maybe for a different reason: I rarely get to travel anymore, and I use my friend's for my eyes.
David, I missed replying to some of your comments on my site. I'm so sorry. After a few days with no comments, I stopped looking. Thanks so much for your comments on my storm photographs last year, and other comments.
I use my camera to help me remember. Sometimes, years later,I can look at a snap and add those emotions to my story. No one would ever call them art, but an archaeologist would find them interesting. For instance, the detail of the clutter on a Northwest back porch can best be remembered with a photo.
I probably should apologize for quoting you in my blog without your permission. Sorry. I'm glad you didn't seem to mind. Usually, the people I quote are dead, so the problem doesn't come up!
Merry Christmas!I hope you are well.
Janelle Meraz Hooper
Hope you're having a lovely Xmas, David :)
Know anything about this placebretanc?
http://naturalplane.blogspot.com/2008/12/video-witches-of-canewdon-st-nicholas.html
You cannot grow up in my birthplace or spend 20 odd, on-and-off years hanging around Andrew Collins and not have more than a working knowledge of Canewdon and its legends. There is still a nice book waiting to be written by someone on the folklore of the witch parishes of south-east Essex.
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