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Belleruche - Northern Girls

Richmond Park Blasted Oak

King Lear, Peckham Asylum, Part II

"Break, heart, I prithee break!"

"Though, Nature, art my goddess; to thy laws my services are bound."

"What need one?"

"There was good sport at his making."
Unfortunately there wasn't much sport in my dropping a couple of grands worth of photographic equipment onto the concrete floor of the venue just after taking this particular photo. Bloody camera straps getting in the way... 

King Lear, Peckham Asylum

The King of France.
"Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor..."

"So young, my lord, and true."

King Lear.
"No, I'll not weep."

The Fool.
"He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath."

Chinese Year of the Sheep 2015 Exhibition, QPark, Chinatown


Not enough. Too much. Too contrasty. Too flat. Wrong place. Wrong time. Doh! This photography mcguffery is hard work. Well of course it is, otherwise it wouldn't be worth doing.

Dropped a camera (D700) and lens (24 - 70 f2.8) four or five feet onto concrete this evening, an event that made a fair old racket; of course, it had to be in front of a room full of people, a whole theatre company no less. The camera partially exploded (OK, I exaggerate - a plastic cover came off the top LCD plate but other than that and a scuffed corner, it seems OK). The lens? It doesn't rattle and appears to still focus - hopefully it will survive. I think had it been the D810 things might not have gone so well - I get the impression that that the 700 is more tank-like, less subtle, than its new sibling but I could be wrong - maybe the lighter weight doesn't necessarily mean that it would have blown to smithereens in the same circs, and it would certainly be nice to think so. This particular D7…

Year of the Sheep

Also the goat apparently - they are interchangeable when it comes to Chinese zodiacary - who knew? Anyway, this is being printed large and hung in The Year of the Sheep exhibition in London's Chinatown. Well, it doesn't look exactly like this, but close. Very many thanks indeed to Vanya Balogh for curating this show which will, on past evidence, be very entertaining.

1/2 Tom Wood - What Do Artists Do All Day ?

If you watch only one photography documentary today (!), make it this one. Beautiful. I'm not going to describe it - watching it will tell you what you need to know.
BTW, that's not half of Tom Wood, it's video 1 of 2. Only fifteen minutes each though - go on, you know you want to!


The Dovey estuary from Aberdovey about 2 weeks ago; I rescued a dog called Bob off a road not far from here. Well, I say "rescued" - he was running along, old and confused, and I offered him a place in the footwell of our clapped out Citroen, a place he gladly climbed into. He proceeded to stare at me with his beautiful sad old blue eyes as if to say "what now? I trust you, but what now?" Thankfully the first place I tried was his home and his owner was very pleased to see him; I say "thankfully" because, truly, if it hadn't been his home, he might have had to have come home with me...

Mouldy Lemon

I wish I could paint like Rory McEwan but of course I can't so, well, here's a photograph instead. I like the colours and the texture but I appreciate YMMV.


This is the lower field on the way to town, looking up towards Powis Castle. There is a small herd of cows in this field - well, I say cows, they could be bullocks, I'm still a pathetic city type and my bovine ID skills are minimal. I've got a bit more robust with them though, going up close when I have to get by: they tend to congregate on the road by the cattle grid that separates their field from the estate grounds around which the deer roam, blocking the road you can see here. Once there, they look mournfully at the grid as if they are going to give it a go at any moment, standing around and getting in the way of me and others who are going about our Very Important Business - i.e. getting in supplies of Sainsbury's granola bars or heading off for a coffee at the Royal Oak where I try to finish the now interminable-seeming Werner Herzog book (Werner - I stopped with the hagiographic feelings towards you when you stated with confidence that Southampton was 100 miles fro…

Year of the Sheep: What's Happening to Us?

Forthcoming Attractions: The Year of the Sheep


A bit of an update at Patrick Dodds Photography; more to come.

John Dolan

Want to see some truly outstanding photography? Go here. It makes me want to start all over again... No way of doing that of course, so, well, I'll just have to keep on ploughing the furrow, ploughing the furrow. Shoot more film? Perhaps. But there is more to it than that of course - there is knowing people, really knowing people. That's key.

A few pictures that caught my eye on a recent trawl