The loudest noise I ever felt was the ghost of a heartbreak roaring in my chest – Antoinette Foy
Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars… – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
I left my heart in Paris… Yes I did, this was a visit to Paris with one of my friends, Janette. We had just stepped out of Terence Conran’s restaurant, Alcazar on the left bank, nothing fancy just some simple food, oddly I remember we drank a chilled bottle of Chablis. It was mid – September, we were wearing thin cotton dresses, the weather was still very hot. There was only one thing to do in Paris at midnight, we walked over to The Louvre unpacked the tripods and cameras and began to photograph the Courtyard of The Louvre. We stayed for over an hour, there were still visitors walking around enjoying the late summer heat, a fashion shoot was going on at one of The Pyramid pools. I am back in Paris in May to photograph the cherry blossom at Le Jardin des Plantes.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired.
I watch the wind play with the trash that’s been under the snow all winter.
Everything seems simple until you think about it.
Why is love intensified by absence?
The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger.
I was asked by one of the editors at WordPress to participate in a round table article for The ‘Photography 101’ series on The Daily Post. You can read this article here. Part one is photographers discussing our workflow, part two is coming early December. I will share the link once it has been published. In the meantime I am praying for some good snowfall in the Lakes like the winter of 2010…
Another instance where I did indeed travel to the US with my tripod and was told by the guard on the roof of the Rockefeller Centre that someone had tripped earlier in the month and was asked for safety to put it away. So the sweater trick was played again; resting my camera 70 floors high, between two sheets of glass and I got this shot. I really loved NY and would love to return in the future.
Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on—
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
Tintern Abbey, William Wordsworth 1798
Sometimes, on a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath
I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon
rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs
in undisturbed solitude and stillness
while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through the house
until by the sun falling in at my west window
or the noise of some traveller’s wagon on the distant highway
I was reminded of the lapse of time
I grew in those seasons, like corn in the night
– Henry David Thoreau
We enjoyed a few day trips while we were in Norfolk. We visited Wells -next-the-sea. It is difficult to photograph the row of 200 brightly coloured beach huts here as the bay is curved and if you are near the huts you inevitably sink into the fine sand. I have shot lots of these beautiful huts in colour and will show you these this weekend. f16 1/250 18mm ISO100 edited in Silver Efex Pro 2.
You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself. ~Alan Alda
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. ~Violette Leduc
At the moment The lake district is blue skies and wall to wall sunshine which is terrible for my B&W photography, I am just waiting for a summer storm, praying for a weather front. I am taking a long walk around Derwentwater tomorrow and guess what, more good weather……grrrr……
Another shot from Budle Bay, this one is taken up from the top of the hill so I had a good view across the bay, isn’t the sky fantastic. You can see the rain on the horizon but it went out to sea…
The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn’t subdue you and make you feel abject. It’s stimulating loneliness. – Anne Morrow Lindenbergh
Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts. – Walker Evans 1903-1975
Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time.
The cure for anything is salt water
– sweat, tears, or the sea. ~Isak Dinesen
Trees are our best antiques. ~Alexander Smith
I wanted to show you this image which I shot on Blackpool beach at the end of last year, I had overlooked it and tonight I looked at it again, I was having a 300+ image cull, which I do from time to time. The light was shining directly down on the roller coaster, sometimes it is sheer luck to be somewhere when the light does that. The strange curly thing on the Promenade was a structure which omitted strange sounds as the tide drew in.
I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines. ~Henry David Thoreau
Photography is all about light, composition and, most importantly, emotion. – Larry Wilder
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin – real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. ~Fr. Alfred D’Souza