Weekly Photo Challenge: Fray – The contact sheet is dated 7th July 1977 – I am unsure if this is the date they were taken or the date the contacts were created. Perhaps the greater admission is that I could not remember where they were taken and it was only by a process of elimination and the help of Google images that I pinned it down to Falmouth. What I do remember is that the lad with the out-of-shape trilby was not amused at being photographed by a similarly scruffy oik (me) brandishing a TLR, which begs the question how did Vivian Maier get away with it.
Not many look back on the seventies with fondness but I had a good time, perhaps because I felt at home with the tattered and frayed, a hangover from the sixties – some might say I have not moved on.
(click on the images to enlarge – not the best quality, they are scanned from the contacts, not the negatives)
Last week we were travelling north having crossed from Mull to Ardnamurchan on the Tobermory to Kilchoan Ferry when I saw the sign for Sanna Sands. Some years ago I read Alasdair Maclean’s Night Falls on Ardnamurchan, a touching account of the life and death of a crofting community interspersed with extracts from his father’s journal; you cannot read this book and not long to go. Suddenly it was there, just a six mile unplanned detour to the westernmost point of the British mainland across the old roads which leave no scars as they rise and fall with the undulating landscape. Sanna announces itself with a cinerama wide open space, sand dunes, distant mountains and huge clouds, as though Wilhelm Reich finally succeeded.
When I was a child in Sanna I loved best to lie on my back in the summer hayfield where I could be a secret of the grass, where I could stare at the sky watching the clouds form and re-form over Ardnamurchan – Alasdair Maclean.
On this late May day neither the landscape nor clouds were going to disappoint:
Look closely at this next picture and there is a small figure standing at the centre of the horizon, like God taking pride in the best of his work:
…the clouds whirl and alter still and the mountains thrust up nakedly, shedding their rags of mist on the way, and the waves break and re-break on my beloved beach. Who will visit the hill lochans now, those remote and reed-fringed sanctuaries whose margins sometimes do not feel a human footfall from one year’s end to another? How will they know they are beautiful if I do not tell them so? – Alasdair Maclean
(click on the images to enlarge)
A first post on a blog – a new beginning or just a fad, too early to tell. The motivation is to understand the benefits and restrictions for clients who want something similar. Plenty of hosting services allow blog plug-ins but WordPress looks so much better than the rest (or am I being too lazy to do a thorough evaluation – in short, yes).
There seems to be much to understand, perhaps too much, it is meant to be a tool, not an overhead. Anyway, I intend having some fun experimenting.
That’s all for now