Since the original 1953 movie of the same title with the unforgettable Marlon Brando, the Wild One has matured and his struggle is no longer one of generations. I was unable to consider Brando for my ad-hoc interpretation of the theme because … well, because he is dead. Instead, I have pleasure in introducing the new Wild One.
The weather on the last day of summer, yesterday, was picture perfect for the occasion. A misty morning, fading memories of summer during the day and when the evening drew in I was wondering about putting on the log fire.
As we head towards the tipping point of light and dark that is the autumnal equinox, my photography takes on darker themes and I indulge in the romantic, albeit totally imaginary, notion that allows the existence of unexplained creatures and events.
Dark clouds were hanging low over Roundway Hill early this morning and there was an uncharacteristic, warm morning wind, which felt like a distant relative of the Alpine Föhn. A bleak morning.
So often I find dereliction far more romantic and seductive than perfection. Almost always perfection is too smooth, has no corners, no scars or past. Nothing to sense, nothing to touch, nothing to grip.
Whilst Luna played a veiled game with me the other day, Soleil had no such inhibitions this morning. A beautiful September sunrise over Roundway Hill, Wiltshire.
I was early for my rendez-vous last night. Leaning by an open window I inhaled the evening air. And waited. My cherished was late for our romantic assignment … Read on and see the photograph of Harvest Moon, the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox, in this blog post.
Whilst visiting Vienna earlier this summer, I discovered an eclectic mix of public sector interior design from the 1950s, 60s and 70s at the “Amtshaus für den 13. und 14. Bezirk”.
Whilst some hospitable institutions may display a menu on the door, this establishment lets you sample the kind of dress that you can expect on their staff.
I always thought that life was hard for a photographer with cats but never realised that it could be equally challenging for somebody trying to sell a wood-burning stove. Read what Kaspar did to make my visitor grow two shades paler.
What could be nicer to come home to than a cosily lit up sitting room with a handsome cat waiting for you?
Living in a multi-cat household brings its own challenges. How do you divide your attentions, for instance? After I had photographed Domino yesterday another resident made me feel bad that I had ignored her brothers Camillo and Kaspar on their birthday. I could see my callous shortcomings instantly.
On the realisation of our insignificance in the big scheme, the emotional needs of a green moth, Domino’s jealousy and where Narcissus lives these days.
My recent blog post about the mysterious pothole repairs inspired a dear friend and neighbour, Andy Fawthrop, to write a poem.
In this latest gripping insight into the life of a photographer, find out how it took three vehicles, around six or seven men and two visits to the same area on different days to fill two potholes. Inefficiencies prosper.