Make Art not War !

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I’ve managed to get out with the camera today.  A little place out of town has had its Annual Armed Forces Day. I took the dog. It’s like a summer fete but here with the emphasis on celebrating our Armed Forces. I thought I might get a “Make Love Not War – See driver for Details” car sticker but not a chance of it. I went a couple of years back so I pretty much knew the kind of shots I was going to get and was looking for. Still I’m always open for the unexpected and basically whatever catches my eye. In my notebook list of things to look out for I have t-shirts. I’m drawn to the odd t-shirts that people wear and slowly building up a bit of a collection of t-shirt photos. I asked this young lady and her parents If I could take a picture, stressing I wanted the t-shirt and not the girl’s face. I wanted to protect her identity. I wanted a generic t-shirt shot but I love the way the girl’s smile is repeated in the curve of the writing “I’ve got” and the top line of the square. Yeah I’m rather pleased with this image.

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Three British Photographers You May Never Have heard of

Over the next few months I’m going to strive to bring you some photographers you may never have heard of. I’m going to start with three British photographers who are particular favourites of mine with no apologies for the black and white examples shown here. I’m not going to give you a biography of each one because a) I’m lazy like that and b) there’s plenty of information on the Web for you to research yourselves. Homer Sykes and Ian Beesley have recently had work published with the wonderful Café Royal Books while Vanley Burke can be found on his own website. Enjoy !

Homer Sykes

Ian Beesley

Vanley Burke

 

 

Another man’s Blog

Thou shalt not covert another man’s blog !

To be honest I don’t spend a lot of time reading other people’s Blogs. I simply don’t have time.  Aware of this I try and keep my own Blog entries short and sweet which probably explains why I worry it’s sometimes short on detail. A bit soundbite ! I don’t dedicate as much time to it as I should. I’m getting on a bit and I’m a bit weary. I don’t have that youthful energy. I’m too busy earning money to keep afloat to try and forge a living as a street photographer and frankly I don’t think I produce the kind of work that sells or there is a market for. Besides when you start trying to make money from the thing you love the magic can quickly dissipate.

I’m going to break the habit of a lifetime and tell you about a Blog I’ve been looking at for a few weeks now. That of Eric Kim. Here’s a street photographer who according to his Blog has managed to make a good living from his passion and if he is to be believed has worked extremely hard and all credit to him. He’s an excellent photographer and a good Blog writer. Generous with his knowledge and informative of other photographers. He thinks a lot about his work and the work of others and is constantly learning which is evident in how his work has developed over the last few years. As he’s admitted his street photography is very different to how it was when he started. Check out his Site but please don’t abandon me.

Every dog Has its Day – Get your coat you’ve pulled

I’m so mad I’m getting old

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Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
Oh, I’m so mad I’m getting old
It makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
When we were young

Songwriters: ADELE LAURIE BLUE ADKINS, TOBIAS MACDONALD JESSO

© Universal Music Publishing Group

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Looking for Clues

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Apparently there’s craze sweeping America at the moment, which I suppose it was inevitable has found its way over here. That of ‘creepy clown’, people dressing up as clowns and frightening the shit out of people young and old. Apart from anything else it’s giving genuine clowns in the clown industry a bad name. People who’ve spent their lives perfecting the art of being a clown for genuine clown reasons are now being undermined by others who think all they’ve got to do is go to a fancy dress shop, buy a clowns outfit and run around their local park, shopping mall, school playground erm being a clown frightening the bejesus out of people with a clown aversion.

I asked a work colleague of mine the other day who this Kim Kardashian was ? I keep hearing her name mentioned. Is she married to that creepy clown Donald Trump ?  Apparently she’s a reality TV star with a large bottom which may be due to surgical or cosmetic enhancement. One supposes if that’s the case it was to make her more attractive to the opposite sex my colleague suggested. “What” I said “like a Baboon ?”.

I’m beginning to think I’m living in some kind of parallel universe. Either that or the world is going slowly mad. We’re beginning to eat ourselves, metaphorically that is. That there’s something in the water or the food we eat that’s making us lose a sense of what reality should be. I mean why would you walk around wearing a t-shirt with ‘Not Dead Yet’ written across it ?

I often think that much of my photography is about trying to make sense of this crazy world we’re living in. It’s not about making pretty images of wild daffodils on hillsides  or the ‘decisive moment’. That as a practising street photographer I’m like a detective at the scene of the crime, looking for clues. Bits of information which will somehow become the sum of a much bigger part

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Caravan Diaries

Caravan Diaries 24th August cont’d

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We potter around the caravan getting the toilet system up and running with the required liquids blue and pink, and get off for a walk around 4pm. Down on the beach we set off in the direction of Bempton Cliffs. In the distance we can see Gannets spiralling around the cliff face. Bempton Cliffs is a wonderful RSPB reserve atop a 300 foot chalk cliffs. Quite spectacular. At the right times of year you can see Gannets, Fulmars, Razorbills and Puffins. On the beach I make some images of old concrete structures gradually sinking into the sands and being eroded slowly by the sea. Apparently concrete never sets ! This coastline is steadily being eroded by the tides. There’s little anything can be done. Second World War pillboxes hastily erected from which we’d have shot at the Nazis as they stormed up the beach to buy their buckets and spades from the beach cafe are now sinking into the beach. Up on the cliffs and in the fields  more pill boxes wait their fate. Time is an abstract concept.

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Not an Anthony Gormley !
Harry my faithful Border Terrier rolls in something decomposed. Last time we were here he managed to sniff out a dead seal with which to sweeten himself up for the ladies with. This time it’s something similar but less recognisable. He stinks to hell and back.
When we get back my caravan neighbour from Preston has been in to Filey and had a new tattoo done. This one is on the front of his neck over his adam’s apple . It looks bright and fresh but without looking closely I can’t make out what it is. I might pluck up the courage to ask him If i can take his portrait. Since I would have thought most people have tattoos with the intention of them being seen by others I can’t see why he’ll object. Nothing to lose by asking except maybe a few teeth ? Now we know his name is Phil we find ourselves sandwiched between two Phil s. A Phil sandwich.
Later Phil on the other side kindly comes round with his TV and lets us test our aerial and booster box to confirm that we do need an updated digital setup for our own caravan.

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The wife wishing she was in Rio for the Olympics !