Words worth

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth


We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned so as to have the life that's waiting for us.
Joseph Campbell

the banana

So the story goes.... I was on my bike going into college and I thought - wow great bananna. It has the great P.F's semi-approval.

the bowl

I finally found some meaning in intelligent still life.

an elephant in the room

I am currently in limbo - I feel unable to post new ideas until I get my easter project up online which is proving tricky. So in the meantime some musings on the Elephant Project.

The ELEPHANT project.....

Today for the first time I managed to get over my recent fear of getting out and about and talking to people in the E&C - and it was great. For some reason I have been petrified to start this project outside the research phase. I have noticed a pattern here. It seems ridiculous because the best thing about being a photographer is actually walking the streets and chatting to people, getting new ideas and being away from my lap top. Today was the beginning of a new beginning, I feel I have clambered over the large wall of fear I have built up and I met a very nice lady in a shop in East Street. I bought some cassava leaves and tried to cook some.... I don't think I did it right!

A series of unrelated failings....

I have not been brilliant at keeping my notes up to date.
I seem to have reached a slight brain overload with project/essay/technology/work.
A quick recap on the past few weeks.....

Post burlesque fest a lot of things went wrong with my Spring project, my plan B failed quickly followed by plan C. On the way to plan C my van broke down and I spent a long time on the side of the A303 trying to work out how get the petrol cap off the van which had seized up. Apparently forcing it off with a screwdriver is the only thing to do.... Note to self - make sure you print out the details of breakdown recovery or it's a nightmare trying to find the details 8 months later, and also make sure you have dinner before you leave home. Mini chedders and tea are not a great alternative.
Plan C was to work with local fishermen at my favourite seaside haunt in Beer on the south coast of Devon. It is a lovely little cove and one of the few places the fishermen still drag the boats back onto the beach by hand. After a sleepless night convincing myself the van was going to roll down the big hill I parked on - I woke up - too late and missed all the boats going out. Not a great start, I was not too happy - decided to try to stay positive and not feel too much of an idiot - there was always the next day. Happily worked on my essay a bit and waited for fishermen to come in. Fishermen came in and we chatted, found out they were not going out for a week as gale force winds. Hmmm....two weeks to go....
Retreated to another part of Devon and bumped into the man from the big house on the hill - plan A was back on.
Kind of.. access was on and off, so after tearing my hair out day after day I decided to broaden my idea. After reading a few books on local history I decided to go and chat to the people in the local village to see what memories they had of Blackborough House. I met Mildred, Sid and John who all shared their amazing stories with me and helped direct the rest of my project. Through conversations with them I learned a lot about the house and the history of the village and was able to create pictures from what they told me.
I'm not too sure if this was a success but it was a great learning process.

From A to C via the Burlesque Festival...

One week of burlesque - pics of my friend Agent Lynch before her show.