I’m not sure what “genre” these photos fall into so I’ve called them textures. In most cases I look for a detail in a subject which has an appeal in its own right. Other than that, there is no particular connection between them.
These are all added to the Textures section of the Portfolio.
There is great beauty in the machines that we make. They are designed for a purpose and many of them fulfil that task for many years. But, in time, they wear out or become uneconomical to repair. Even in their declining years they can appeal to the eye.
Beach huts are found in many countries but, somehow, they seem to be a very English phenomenon. The concept of having somewhere to change while preserving modesty is very Victorian but has evolved into something more in some places. Mostly, the sites where these are found are owned by the local authority and are leased from them. Tenants can be almost fanatical in their devotion to them and, like allotments, there are often long waiting lists to get a tenancy. The leases in some places, change hands for significant money. There are even some which, due to a clause in their tenancy, can be slept in for a few months of the year which fetch hundreds of thousands of pounds when they change hands. Some are beautifully maintained – others show the signs of the inevitable exposure to the weather.
I want to add some images to the “Portraits and People” section in my portfolio. I don’t intend to say much about each one – the aim of a portrait is to show something of the character of the person so, hopefully, they will speak for themselves.
After two posts focussed on the heavens, this week I am looking at objects we walk or drive over every day without, perhaps, fully appreciating their beauty. Our streets and pavements have a multitude of services running beneath them and access, for maintenance and repair, is via manholes. The covers of these manholes need to be strong enough to support the traffic that passes over them. They also need to be identifiable as to their purpose and textured so as to make them non-slip. Someone in the foundry has the job of designing these and their creativity shines through but we tend to pass over them without much notice. I started photographing them while on holiday in Prague, where there are some beautiful examples. Since then I have come to appreciate not only manhole covers but other street ironmongery and would like to draw your attention to them all. Today I am concentrating on our home territory, here in West Cork.
The design for this pretty standard sewer cover may have originated in the days when horses were more common than automobiles – the spacing of the raised blocks seem to me like they would provide some grip for a horseshoe.
Another similar example made by a different manufacturer.
Some of these seemingly indestructible pieces of cast iron can become pretty worn down over the years. I wonder how long this one has been there?
The patterns in this design remind me of molecular structures. Someone must have spent hours getting all the geometry right.
Extraordinarily, in a different light a very similar design can look inverted, like a negative, though the pattern is actually raised like the one above.
Another geometric pattern, perhaps slightly more modern in style.
Another take on creating a pattern, showing signs of wear which add an interesting overlay.
I love the fact that the designer of this drain cover has used “W” (for water?) as the basis of his design.
And then, a mystery cover! This is in Bantry but it is made in Italy! Why transport something this heavy all that distance when it can be made here? Then there is the totally random design of the raised bits, all different shapes and sizes. It’s as though the boss said “do what you like with this one”!
One of my favourites, also in Bantry, has a very organic free form and it is quite large, at least a metre long. It’s a bit like looking at bacteria through a microscope.
And then another mystery one. Most have some sort of indication as to what lies beneath them but this one – is it so worn that any inscription has disappeared or was it always blank? It was the only one like it in the street.
I think this next one is a base for a pedestrian bollard – one of the sections flips up a the post is inserted when required, meanwhile a beautiful object adorns the pavement.
There are also unusual ones, like this very stylish recessed light fitting in the carpark of Bantry house.
After the sunset and sunrise photos in my last post, I had intended to do something completely different this week but along came a pink moon and the decision was made for me! The April full moon, which we experienced on Wednesday, is actually named, not for its colour but for the wild ground phlox which produce their pink blossoms at this time of year. I went out and set myself up on a hilltop, hoping to get a shot of the moon rising over Kilcoe Castle in Roaringwater Bay, but the clouds all along the horizon defeated me. When I got home, and the moon has risen high enough to peek through gaps in the cloud, I managed to get a couple of shots of a rather orange moon. I think the colour would have been more intense if I had caught it earlier.
However, frustrating though the clouds were that evening, the moon managed to make them look quite dramatic.
Here are a couple more shots, taken a few years ago, of the moon shining through the clouds.
Sometimes the effect can be quite ghostly.
Strange artefacts can appear, like the rings in this shot which I used in my first post.
And, to finish up like last week, a photo from the Big Green Gathering in 2007.
A pair of choughs were resident on our property, during the breeding season, for some time before we came here. They nested on a narrow ledge in an old corrugated iron barn which was largely destroyed in the gales of 2014. When we rebuilt the barn we were particularly keen to encourage them to continue nesting here. We cut an opening in the eastern gable, close to where they had nested before, and installed a nest box. To our great delight, two weeks later the pair turned up, found the new nest site and raised a brood of three chicks. They have continued to do so every year since then and always three chicks.
The choughs are very special to us and they awakened an interest in bird watching. We get all sorts of visitors in the garden. Here are two examples – there will be more in future weeks.
In my “First Post” I wrote about what I was trying to achieve in these photos, which will be added to the “Musicians and Music” folder in my portfolio. Briefly, the intention was to try to capture some essence music itself which the musicians were creating spontaneously. There were no scores, no pre-arranged pattern, just listening and responding.
This first picture is particularly poignant to me. Cathy was taught to play violin and viola by her mother when she was young. She had learned that her mother had died a few hours before this session but wanted to play with the group anyway as part of her own healing process. It feels, to me, like her grief is pouring from her instrument with the music.
My technique for these images is to use a long exposure, typically one or two seconds, and move the camera in response to the sounds being produced. The piano makes a wonderful subject because the high contrast between its various components leave amazing trails.
Similarly, the flute has a lot of reflective surfaces which translate into flowing lines which, hopefully, reflect the music that my wife, Susie, was playing at the time.
Cathy’s partner, Udo, is an exceptionally accomplished guitarist who manages to produce a bewildering variety of beautiful sounds from his instruments.
Instrumentalists of all sorts would turn up to these sessions. As well as the four we have above there could be trumpet, piano accordion, harp, saxophone, clarinet, voices and various percussion instruments which will feature in future posts. We would even get a full drum kit occasionally.
Building a wooden boat is the most amazing human endeavour that we can so easily take for granted. The skills involved are profound and generations of knowledge go into the process. Once construction is finished these vessels embark on a life of work in, often, arduous conditions. Some perish at sea, others reach a point where it becomes impractical to continue to maintain them in seaworthy condition. Many end up beached somewhere that useful parts can be easily salvaged and then they are left to the elements to finish the job.
These first four photos are scanned from old negatives from 2003 which were not in the best condition! The abandoned vessels were drawn up on a beach where the various stages of decay can be seen.
Today I was taken to a little inlet on the River Ilen where a similar process is taking place. The construction principles are the same if the styles are slightly different.
Beautiful in life and, strangely, beautiful in death as well. These images are added to the Boats and Wrecks album in the portfolio,