The bunting was stretched across the streets of Cromer, during their summer festival season. I will photograph scenes or objects that take my fancy, without having any preconceived idea of what to do with them. And so it is with this picture. When I was isolating the flags from their original background, I used a magic wand tool. This erased most of the sky (in this instance), but left trails of speckled dots behind. With a black background it looked very astral.
A Study In Grey
Walking back from the railway station, up Rose Lane, there sprayed on the pavement were marks indicating underground pipes radiating from the manhole covers, denoted what sort they were. Obviously made by the engineers for future work. I selected four of the photographs taken and melded them together. The ship was anchored at Yarmouth, which I had visited earlier, by train, and looked good tied to the kerb.
Cubist Foyer
My new abode, seen from the kitchen, looking towards the bathroom, with the living room door, nearest left. Those strange shapes are the remnants of some outdoor insulation that was stacked in the garage under a velux window light. I have cut away the main surfaces leaving the thick edges. It all looks very cubist to me, and I like the result very much.
Bloo Abstract
These are some telecommunications pylons on a hill in northern Tasmania. I have collaged them together, and used a couple of filters for dramatic effect. It took some time juggling the images, but I came to this conclusion and was satisfied with the result.
Head Start
Two sets of rowers on the same river, in Norwich, and a beach near Yarmouth, the rest, as they say, is academic. Of course I put the lone oarsman on the support of a groyne and its red metal marker. I created his shadow accordingly. I laugh at the preposterous image presented, but I am surprised, how, I come about such pictures.
Stop Rocking The Chair
The stunning landscape is in the north west of Tasmania. The chair was in the grounds of a motel in Lusaka, Zambia. The arm belongs to a girl called Kate (from Canada), who I haven’t seen since I met her, the once, in a Norwich pub! The guy playing the guitar, was busking on Gentlemans Walk, Norwich.
Time Running Out
I thought of the idea last thing one night, and did it the next day. It is the landscape that makes the image. Once again somewhere in Tasmania. The clock is on my wall, but I changed the surround, because it is chrome and was reflecting me and the room. The reflection on the the glass is a beach scene, just west of Cromer. I wrote tempus fugit on the clockface.
Song
Going through my library of photos I came upon some commissioned images for a musician, who didn’t use the finished product, i.e. for a C.D. cover. Here was a lovely picture of a Rickenbacker 4003 Bass guitar, (mirror-imaged, for effect) lying on the floor. The landscape was of a half dried up lake in Western Australia, and yes it was that colour. The birds were flying above me, on the coast in Norfolk, so I’ve multiplied them to cover the sky. The fire is of an oil barrel bonfire, at a fireworks party, thanks Bruce.
Escape
I was struck by the shadows cast by the fire escape on this industrial building, during my road trip in Australia. The poem was written at a different time, and was pure serendipity…
The original photo showed a blue sky at the top. I thought I’d fill that space with a shot of a bush fire near the town of Esperance…it fits quite well, in more than one sense.
Numbers.
This is one of a series of graphic works I did, as an exercise that interested me. I started with the electric wire and plug board, lying on the floor as you see it, and then arranged the text accordingly. I made the thickness and colour of the numbers edge, the same as the flex. What is the connection between the numbers and the plug board and wires?….errr ..none! I did enjoy composing and arranging the numbers , and cannot remember why I chose green.