Four weeks later

A few spaces still left for The Hinterlands workshop

The Hinterlands workshop is featured on the BJP website today. Head over to the site to read more about it if you're interested in coming along.

Julia blue

I am not there

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye - 1932

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...

Perhaps a little early, but I've been humming that tune mindlessly for a couple of weeks now whilst editing this little photofilm I produced with my Mike (it's amazing how catchy Christmas songs can be). We decided to do this quick one as it seemed like a really nice festive story. Rather than sending a link round for people to view online, on Wednesday evening we bundled up the projector and and a lap top and headed over to Chepstow to show everyone from the singing group. We all crammed into a small room with a glass of wine and some cake to view it - a really nice way to share the work and a lovely evening. I can definitely recommend marmalade cake if you've never tried it!

New photofilm - Blackdown Yurts

I want to share my first commercial photofilm produced for Blackdown Yurts in Devon. It seems a long time ago that myself and Mike headed down to the Blackdown Hills in the sunny (ish) days of last August to gather the material to make this. This beautiful location is where The Hinterlands workshop will be held in May with training by duckrabbit.

This photofilm was challenging to make as it involves several different voices and noises, needing some serious editing to make it work. As always it's hard finishing a piece off and I think there are parts that could be better, but it's also important to have an end. After seeing and hearing it about a hundred times, scrutinising every tiny detail you become too close to it to see it impartially. It would be lovely to have any feedback, so if you have a spare minute please write me a comment. Thanks ;-).

After the swim