Bank Holiday Car Parts

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Cars, Photographs, Weston-super-Mare

Chevrolet

A long hot Bank Holiday weekend here in Weston-super-Mare. On the Italian Gardens there are lots of cars, the pride and joy of all who own them. Personally I am more interested in the details, the curves and shine. The badges and interiors.

Airplane

Interior

I have more than just car pictures from today’s walk around the town, the people deserve to be in a post of their own, the seafront and the beach was full. And the tide was in, not looking to shabby today. Nice to see so many families having fun on the beach and around the town, all covered over by the best weather for a while.

Charger

Mustang GT

I got an unusual lens from eBay this week, a fixed focus 32mm open aperture lens. I tried it out at the show and around, the aperture is f5.6 so the depth of field is a lot shorter than I’d like, and you need to move around to focus at the near end, but it did all right I think, not too much softness in the images and light controlled by shutter speed. Makes you aware of your position in relation to your subject.

Chevrolet

And Again, The Chevrolet

An interesting collection, obviously many more on show. These were the ones that caught my eye this time, and later I’ll put some more images of the wider world up. I’ve started doing some writing this weekend as well, maybe we’re settling in to the new way of life. Work, being back in the UK full-time, getting everything squared away in the house.

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Fragment

02:00
We drip, one by one out of the guardroom,
into the courtyard, breath drifting,
hanging around like us in the cold air.

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More next week, enjoy the extra day off if you’ve got it, if not, enjoy whatever you are doing.

Recent and Not So.

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Meandering Words, pictures, poem

Moving People

It has been so long, since February I think. The longest period of inactivity on this blog since I started. I keep seeing sporadic visitors, people looking in to see if I have been back, or perhaps just the random noise of the internet. How many of you are still out there wondering where it has all gone?

I’m still here, though going through a writing tunnel at the moment, a tunnel where the guy with the candle hasn’t bothered yet to make an appearance, he may still be there, with a box of damp matches and wondering if I have a spark to help out. All I have been doing recently is looking for paid work and taking pictures. A visual narrative going on if nothing else.

High Street Tunnel

Low Evening Sun

These long days, clear nights recently, I look up at the stars and get drawn in. I’ve been trying to get some good pictures of the night sky, with mixed results. My camera is good, I am just still getting used to all it can and can’t do for me. And sometimes just looking is a good option, I enjoy the sunset, as the air cools and clears and the first evening stars become apparent in the sky. Last year the council here changed the street lights to LED downlights, making for a much better view and better pictures.

Jupiter and Moons

Jupiter, with Leo above and the Coma Cluster to the left.

Dartmoor provided a diversion, as did a trip to Austria, I need to catch up on all these trips. To kick-start my writing again. Although the Dartmoor image may be a little macabre.

Skull

This is it, at the moment. Fragments and images, are proof of my passing through all these places. The footsteps in the sand.

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Complete From Before, Line of Termination

Dividing days, hours, moments
passing into night, time and yesterday.
Seen from space, everything,
and so by scale, nothing.
Delicate intricate, nothing.

Crossing forwards, racing time,
swinging again away, defined
by the movement, by perception.
The moments we define as
the sun crossing our arc.

In the sky, long night crossing
into a low slung sun slow day.
This is where we cross North
into South, midwinter crossing
some peak and gathering the world,

gathering the details, the people,
the time frozen second that ticks
to life a passage of seasons.

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See where we end up, this was written as we crossed the longest night. The turning point of winter. Next month we cross back into shortening days. Time flies and we struggle to take the moments we need. Take care to take some time.

Stuff and Nonsense

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nonsense words, not much news, photography, poetry

Crocus in the park

Out for a walk, a couple of pictures and some verse. (Not much of a verse granted) I have been picking up some new bits for my camera, some ND Grad filters and a screw fit wide-angle lens. I’ll show the results when I have figured out what exactly I can do with them.

Towards Brean Down.

Bottled Words. Nonsense to work with. Have fun watching Spring and Winter fight it out for the world.

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Ten Green Bottles and the Accidental Death

Ten green bottles hanging on the wall,
Ten green bottles hanging on the wall,
and when one green bottle accidentally falls,
that’s when the others will realise
it’s not all a bed of roses when gravity
comes to call.

And when one green bottle is left all alone,
he’ll cling to the edge, like that last little man
of the apocryphal ten in bed, all rolling over,
rolling over and making space,
to enjoy the fruit of such evil labours.

That one green bottle, whispering threats
till the stone below was rich with the
detritus of glass shards, the ruin of bottle
green life. All for the refund lost
to the march of time.

Fragments of Old Notes.

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Fragment, Image, love, Plans, Sea, writing Ideas

When the sea is as soft as a lovers touch,
its embrace a gentle kiss, a fleeting moment…

November Swim.

The storm has arrived here on the West coast of England, the rain bouncing of the kitchen roof. We shall see how the country fares overnight. It won’t be the snow that hit the USA last week, just rain and wind.

This fragment, line from an old notebook, we’re sorting rooms out after returning from France last year. I have my notebooks out at the moment. An interesting exercise to look back and see the things written, try to remember the moments that produced certain ideas, ways of thinking. Do I recognise myself? Not really, time and tide to continue the metaphor, have moved quite a bit.

Just a short post this evening, pondering on what happens next, how this will continue this year. Plans and hopes, who knows what will come along to confound us with chaos. Just enjoy the ride and keep smiling.

People and an Empty Space.

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Editing, Photography.people, places

Team Talk

Evening Boat.

On-board Food.

Evening Intimacy.

Waiting.

Empty Spaces.

Chinese Supermarket.

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Looking back over some older pictures, taking the opportunity to try out some more work with Lightroom from Adobe.  Happy to see the results, but the cataloguing of all my pictures is still going on.  It needs to be done but I want it to be enjoyable as well, so every once in a while I will try some work on older pictures.  Just to keep my hand in.

changeable weather here means there is a sense of isolation sometimes.  The need to escape into windblown rainy days, into the outside.  I hope you are finding your space as I will find mine.