29 April 2014

Picnic Spot, Aberystwyth

Artists' Valley

A short walk this afternoon along part of Artists' Valley, a beautiful oasis of calm which can be found between Aberystwyth and Machynlleth in West Wales. With little happening for me photographically in Aberystwyth, I was surprised to find my muse in the valley, which I only stopped at on the spur of the moment. I set the Fuji to Velvia mode and shot for a couple or hours, pausing only to Wreck This Journal a little more.

Here's a few more:

I don't know what had happened to the sheep but it looked calm in its death mask.

I think part of the reason I take photographs is that I can't write this stuff down and do it justice. My pictures don't do it justice either - one cannot capture reality in all its splendour - but they are a closer approximation than my writing.

24 April 2014

Abstraction at the Shrewsbury Coffeehouse

Nice coffee here as well as wild window cord designs. In case you are wondering, the cord is resting on a Jackson Pollock.*

*Not really.

Some Pictures from Today

Wreck This Journal

So, alongside the Fuji Instax Mini that I bought in an effort to loosen up my photography, today I bought a copy of Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith which I proceeded to partially wreck; further wreckage to follow. As to whether this and the Fuji will have any effect on my photography well, we'll see.

18 April 2014

Black and White Photography Magazine, with Harry Callahan pic on cover, on desk


Dork, moi?

Humans of New York

Everyone loves HONY of course, and today another reason to do so from one of his subjects:

"You should kiss the ground you walk on if you were born in this country - take it from an old man who once had to wear the Star of David on his shirt. There's a safety to living in such a diverse place. It's much more difficult to brainwash a population that is composed of so many nationalities and so many different viewpoints."

15 April 2014

A Southdown sheep on the left, a Badger Faced Welsh on the right. The Badger Face apparently has a thing for molasses and buries her face in it whenever it is given to the herd, hence her appearance; the farmer has no idea why she does this, none of the others do. Coming soon: the ugliness that is the Leicester Blueface.

14 April 2014

... and now in colour

The last of these shows a newborn lamb a few seconds after birth; his mother immediately began to lick him - this has the effect of cleaning him, drying him, and of her getting used to his smell (and his to her's?). He stood up a few minutes after this was taken, though his mother had to be "reminded" by the farmer to lie down again because she was having twins and didn't seem to be going into contractions for the second lamb; when she was on her side, however, she immediately gave birth to the second lamb. Sorry the composition on this picture is lacking - next time I'll do better...