Monday, 7 April 2008

A construct

An attempt at public art on the shoreline with a found, broken half of a picnic cup and a patterned rock. I guess I could call it a temporary installation as I don't think it will last the next tide. There's a spooky face just to the right of the cup.

Tuesday, 25 March 2008

Junior Church


I was taking some pictures of a lovely, snow covered church at Inverduie, by Aviemore. It was one of those moments where you see a scene from the car, stop to take a photo; but it doesn't work out. This caravan, tucked away behind the church, interested me more.

Monday, 24 March 2008

Spring Equinox



It just goes to show that creating labels for yourself doesn't work! I had decided that my 2 blogs (asummerlens and awinter lens) should have cut off points, and they should be the dates of the Spring and Autumn Equinox (is this a plural? Equinox's sounds wrong...).

So here is the first image that I want to post a day after the Spring Equinox. It's completely wintery, more wintery than anything on awinterlens. We were up at the top of Cairngorm celebrating my partner's 40th birthday.

Friday, 16 November 2007

Sierra Nevada, Kinghorn


one of those pictures where I had a longing for either a large format lens with movements, or a very wide angle lens. One step back and I would have been in the water.

Thursday, 18 October 2007

Lee Angling Club


taken back in early July. Yes, the sky looked like that. I liked the muted sense of the club house against the stormy sky.

Thursday, 4 October 2007

Sea Virus


here is a picture that was part of a collaboration with National Poetry Day and Filmwasters. A number of us made an image that was inspired by a poem. I chose Sea Virus by Gwyneth Lewis.
I knew I should never have gone below
but I did, and the fug of bilges and wood
caught me aback. The sheets of my heart
snapped taut to breaking, as a gale
stronger than longing filled the sail
inside me. To be shot of land
and its wood smoke! To feel the keel
cold in a current! To see the mast
inscribing water like a restless pen
writing a fading wake! It’s true,
I’m ruined. Not even peace will do
to keep me ashore now. Not even you.
You can see the other images and poems at http://www.filmwasters.com/collaborations/v/collaboration11/