I missed Jill's funeral yesterday. Not that I had had much enthusiasm for a third flight back across the Atlantic for a funeral in less than 6 months. But I did want to be there to share the grief. To say goodbye. But in the end, as many expats find, the cost, distance and organization... Continue Reading →
What makes see things the way we do? Can I push my vision of the world on you? Let's see. First I'll go easy on you. What is it? A single image resting in the frame. No tricks. The apple is the apple. The dog a dog. The sign a sign. The fungus an... Continue Reading →
Jill Nickalls died this morning. She was an amazing woman loving and welcoming. Her house, and especially her kitchen, was always open to visitors. Her kitchen was so cosy and relaxing with its paintings, overflowing open shelves, AGA and long wooden table you felt you could sit for hours. Jill always seemed to have something... Continue Reading →
I struggled with this. My task this week: look for high contrast settings to over or under expose. To create joyful high key photographs flooded with light and dark photographs of mystery and tension. What I got was something slightly different. But it has been hard to over expose in the muddy greys that have... Continue Reading →
So its nearly five months since Mum died. I thought I would give an update on how things are going. If you remember ages ago I shared the 7 stages of grief. I would guess that now I have reached 5 - the Upward Turn. But it isn't simply a one way journey I do... Continue Reading →
Can you see beauty in an everyday object? Transform it from function to color, sweeping line and artistic abstraction? That was my aim with my overused tumble dryer.
I learnt a lot this week. Not from my great success at my depth of field homework. Which actually left me with 9 photos - shot at three different apertures for three different focus objects - that were virtually indistinguishable..... Despite this I do know I can actually shoot one object out of a line... Continue Reading →
I have coffee in my hand. I'm sitting in my favorite chair by the window with the view of the woods bathed today in beautiful sunshine. My iPad buzzes. It's my Dad wanting FaceTime. With a characteristic squeal the picture stabilizes to a view of the white wooden door with aprons hanging from it, the... Continue Reading →
Another School of Rock weekend whiled away at the North Door club in East Austin watching my son play bass this time. It was awesome. Here are a few frozen moments of music, my son's serious concentration and the interplay of audience and band as the guitars serenaded and the singers held the stage.