Thursday, 2 December 2010
E-Scapes
Inspired by Tuesday's BBC documentary on Edward Muybridge and a solo visit to the Anish Kapoor sculptures in Kensington Gardens, I thought it would be nice to share some of my photographs. The photo's are mainly of landscapes taken mostly with my camera phone when wanderlust has grabbed hold of me and I step outside. I hasten to add I don't profess to being a photographer and completely realise that the real skill in photography is merely identifying a great photo opportunity, usually provided by the muse that is nature.
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What exactly do you mean by not professing to 'being a photographer' when you have just deployed a bunch of photographs that had, at least on this viewer, the enlivening effect of a quadruple espresso sweetened with a large spoonful of amphetamine dust? Nonsense. Profess. Let's keep these descriptions (poet; photographer; gardener; engineer) lively and functional rather than ideological and deathly.
ReplyDeleteYour mention of 'wanderlust' brought to mind the following bit of romantic finery:
'Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.'
(Herman Melville, 'Moby Dick, or The Whale', Chapter 1: Loomings)
I hope you're well. Been too long, once again. All my fault. Humbug. d
Let's keep these descriptions, you're right! Be everything and be nothing at all. I am therefore I am.
ReplyDeleteThanks for that passage, it expresses nicely how I feel on these little E-Scape-Aids and it's beautifully written.
Don't take the blame on yourself mate, I am equally as much to blame if not less. Let's rectify this in the festive season. I'll be in touch. Thanks.