Something a little bit different again today. Each Monday I leave work slightly early to relieve Jen of Henry-watching. I do this in order to enable her to attend a ‘pregnastics’ class. Before you get all excited with visions of the heavily pregnant ladies hurtling towards a vault or throwing themselves around to the strains of Elgar during a floor routine, it is less like gymnastics and more like stretching and Pilates.
ANYWAY
The point that I am trying to get across is the sun. You see, I usually leave work and miss out on the interesting shapes that a low – but not yet setting – sun can generate. However, I was also in a hurry (pregnastics does not wait for art). As a result I rushed off a series of interesting shots involving seagulls, grass, trees and a low, but bright winter’s sun.
Of course, haste makes waste and all of that jazz, and none of my beautifully imagined photographs turned out quite the way that I expected (or wanted) them to. Yet, I will admit that one image in particular has caught my fancy. Technically, it is a failure, I will concede that. But sometimes within failure, the grains of artistic truth are most abundant!
[Get yer hand off it McCracken.]
[All right, I will. Forgive me. I am feeling romantic. It is monthly report time and I always get like this.]
Back to the point. If I ever get around to releasing a debut album, I think that it would make excellent cover art for a big ole twelve inch vinyl long player. I am thinking breezy (yet still meaningful) stripped-back country/folk/rock fusion. Think Stephen Stills eponymous record from 1970 and we are getting there.
An afterthought:
I was thinking about what it was that made me think ‘cover art’ and I think that I have it: Beth Orton’s Trailer Park. I have no idea when that photograph was taken, but for whatever reason, whenever I see this sort of ‘blissed-out’ low-hanging sun, I think 1970s. Maybe it is just poorly exposed colour Polaroid’s taken of when my brother and I were little ‘uns in the late-70s that does it, but yeah, this photograph has a 1970s-vibe to me.
I am quite happy with it.
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(Editor to "Louis": 'You've probably just instigated a tremendous outpouring of hate mail from the cat lovers.'
"Louis" to Editor: 'gulp')
Here is the polar opposite to Chuck Pefley's Vespas.
Abe, I sometimes like to get a little sunshine in to see what it does to the rest of the image. 99 times out of 100 it wrecks it, the other can often be something special.
I found a polaroid camera in the second hand store on the weekend ($2).
Can't wait to get some film and try some technically inept photos.
In terms of child watching, my sister-in-law arrived home from Macedonia yesterday - 30 hours travelling alone with a two year old!!!!!!!!
She looks like a wreck.
He looks fresh as a daisy.
See here:
http://poofanditsgone.blogspot.com/
(umm....that's not her with the beard!)
Isn't it strange how you can go about missing out on a particular time of day. When you realize you have been it is like you woke up for the second time in a day....