Saturday, 3 September 2011
Thursday, 12 August 2010
present memory
On Sunday I went to the Tate modern. My Dad came along and he was interested in a short film installation by Alejandrlo Cesarco..
The Artists father was filmed and shown in a short loop of flickering film. He has just being diagnosed with a terminal illness.
My Dad had picked up the accompanying booklet and was keen to know what I thought of it all..
I have been diligently reading it and trying to comprehend..This paragraph contains the nub of the essence of the piece..
" The photograph is literally an emanation of the referent. From a real body, which was there, proceeded radiations which ultimately touch me, who am here; the duration of the transmission is insignificant; the photograph, as Sontag says, will touch me like the delayed rays of a star.
A sort of umbilical chord links the body of the photographed thing: light though impalpable, is here a carnal medium, a skin I share."
I love it
The Artists father was filmed and shown in a short loop of flickering film. He has just being diagnosed with a terminal illness.
My Dad had picked up the accompanying booklet and was keen to know what I thought of it all..
I have been diligently reading it and trying to comprehend..This paragraph contains the nub of the essence of the piece..
" The photograph is literally an emanation of the referent. From a real body, which was there, proceeded radiations which ultimately touch me, who am here; the duration of the transmission is insignificant; the photograph, as Sontag says, will touch me like the delayed rays of a star.
A sort of umbilical chord links the body of the photographed thing: light though impalpable, is here a carnal medium, a skin I share."
I love it
Monday, 2 August 2010
Alien life forms
Had another walk up the Pennine way. From Beckermonds up to Thwaite in lovley Swaledale.
Just south of Hawes, my son spotted these amazing jelly fungi.
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Into the big country
Last weekend we whipped across the fens and ended up camping in North Norfolk..The flats of East Anglia are great for stretching the eye..The campsite was nice if a little too"Cool Camping"..
The beach at Holkham was as ever, sublime.. The wind was tearing down the North sea, parallel to Norway, five hundred miles later hitting the North coast of England ripping up the beach and twisting it into sandy rivers. The rivers were pouring into new dunes that morphed and swelled in front of us..
Amongst this Geological drama..Little Terns were nesting on the beach.. They never dessert their offspring. Often becoming the nucleus of a small dune in the process..
My Pal Fish said that it was one of the best things he had ever seen..
The beach at Holkham was as ever, sublime.. The wind was tearing down the North sea, parallel to Norway, five hundred miles later hitting the North coast of England ripping up the beach and twisting it into sandy rivers. The rivers were pouring into new dunes that morphed and swelled in front of us..
Amongst this Geological drama..Little Terns were nesting on the beach.. They never dessert their offspring. Often becoming the nucleus of a small dune in the process..
My Pal Fish said that it was one of the best things he had ever seen..
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Chicken Tarka Massala
Spent the last weekend in Exmoor. Swam in some fresh water, following in the Rudder bubbles of Tarka. Particularly my old Friend the Lynn, up from Watersmeet. And again in the Taw estuary, near Braunton Burrows.
We followed a dusty hot track up onto the moor, to Shallowford, . The place where Henry Williamson lived for a while after WW1.
The hillsides of Exmoor are like a child's ideal farm painting. Lots of coloured cattle and sheep flecked with the odd handful of Deer. Very easy on the eye.
We followed a dusty hot track up onto the moor, to Shallowford, . The place where Henry Williamson lived for a while after WW1.
The hillsides of Exmoor are like a child's ideal farm painting. Lots of coloured cattle and sheep flecked with the odd handful of Deer. Very easy on the eye.
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
Blaze of glory
Had a glorious weekend. Spent a lot of time up at the allotment, watering..
The front bed is all planted up with Poppies, Sunflowers and two types of Squash..
Behind the shed I have put two posts, hung an old tatty hammock up and planted loads of Thyme, Lavender, Rosemary and Chamomile..It smells like a foreign place in the heat, a little liquoricey, Greek honey..I love it..
We walked Hairy Baz a lot down through the meadow, in the woods and up onto Parliament piece. The meadow is full of Buttercup and Speedwell.. I tried to take a picture of him.. It is far to tricky, he is always ablur in photographs..He is ace..
The front bed is all planted up with Poppies, Sunflowers and two types of Squash..
Behind the shed I have put two posts, hung an old tatty hammock up and planted loads of Thyme, Lavender, Rosemary and Chamomile..It smells like a foreign place in the heat, a little liquoricey, Greek honey..I love it..
We walked Hairy Baz a lot down through the meadow, in the woods and up onto Parliament piece. The meadow is full of Buttercup and Speedwell.. I tried to take a picture of him.. It is far to tricky, he is always ablur in photographs..He is ace..
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
finding my direction..magnetically
In eighty one, my Brother and I walked one third of the Pennine way.. We ran out of cash, and my brothers boots tore his feet to bits.
So last week I walked for Thirty miles. I was accompanied by my youngest daughter and son.. We also took young Basil.
We started at Malham, up and over The Cove and up past the tarn, up on through a remote valley on to Fountains fell. After a much needed tea stop..We were over the top and into a wild and beautiful valley..It was really tough going, but we slogged along. There are still swedges of snow, but it was a lovely day..Up past PenY Ghent and camped at Horton in ribblesdale.
We observed Lapwings, Skylarks..
Next day we headed for Hawes.It was a hot day and we stopped for lunch near Ings.. I took a wrong turn and we got lost for four hours in a large desolate commercial forest..Following a power line we ended up crossing some pretty rough terrain before ending up in The hamlet of Beckermonds..Seven miles southeast of our objective..
We stopped at a cottage and I asked if we could use the telephone, for a taxi..While we waited ,the owner made us all tea, even Basil..And some tasty cake..
We cut our losses and took an interesting taxi back to malham..Driving past village pubs full of Yorkshire folk all pink from a lovely sunny day..Drinking pints of Chateau de Chasselaise or Black sheep..Drove back to Brother in Laws in York and demolished a Curry..
Bloody Brilliant..
So last week I walked for Thirty miles. I was accompanied by my youngest daughter and son.. We also took young Basil.
We started at Malham, up and over The Cove and up past the tarn, up on through a remote valley on to Fountains fell. After a much needed tea stop..We were over the top and into a wild and beautiful valley..It was really tough going, but we slogged along. There are still swedges of snow, but it was a lovely day..Up past PenY Ghent and camped at Horton in ribblesdale.
We observed Lapwings, Skylarks..
Next day we headed for Hawes.It was a hot day and we stopped for lunch near Ings.. I took a wrong turn and we got lost for four hours in a large desolate commercial forest..Following a power line we ended up crossing some pretty rough terrain before ending up in The hamlet of Beckermonds..Seven miles southeast of our objective..
We stopped at a cottage and I asked if we could use the telephone, for a taxi..While we waited ,the owner made us all tea, even Basil..And some tasty cake..
We cut our losses and took an interesting taxi back to malham..Driving past village pubs full of Yorkshire folk all pink from a lovely sunny day..Drinking pints of Chateau de Chasselaise or Black sheep..Drove back to Brother in Laws in York and demolished a Curry..
Bloody Brilliant..
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