Was a well needed holiday. It was lovely just wandering around, with no heavy camera equipment, brief or reason, just snapping what caught my eye. A lovely week had visiting exhibitions, eating, drinking and laughing with my good mate Jess.
I spent this morning finally getting round to properly start shooting for a group project I’m working on. Along with hundreds of other London photographers we are part of a project trying to photography every street in London. Bleeding London: “Inspired by Geoff Nicholson’s Whitbread short-listed novel Bleeding London, in which a character named Stuart London walks the complete length and breadth of London, the project aims to collect at least one photograph from every street in the capital” I’ve joined up with a group concentration on photographing the edges of London, as we felt these parts may be overlooked, my area is around Addington, an area I’d never been to. Being a central London girl born and bred I haven’t spent much time in the burbs, they have always seemed to me a rather odd and uninviting place. If you can get over the city centre centric thinking it’s actually quite nice there, not somewhere I ever wish to live but there are real gems, like turning a corner and discovering a field of ponies, or a beautiful church, though luckily it was a beautiful sunny day today, if it hadn’t been I think my view may have been quite different. Here with a few of the first images, more to follow soon.
I’ve just spent the weekend surrounded by flood water in Gloucestershire, it’s quite some sight, much more amazing than you get from seeing it on the news. The water is both imposing and incredibly calming at the same time. Standing by the fields upon fields full of murky water, you hear the beautiful noise of moving water at your feet, but you are reminded that nature is ultimately the boss, even though our actions over time have caused this we really have no control of it now. There was something rather lovely about seeing nature take back our very human possessions; roads, dustbins, goalpost, bossy English signs and treat them with no respect. It reminds me how small and insignificant humans really are when faced by big mummer earth, she’s in control big time.
My solo show opened last week part of the Hereford Photography Month, a series of exhibitions and events to generate support to hopefully reinstate the Hereford Photography festival next year. I showed The Wye project, which is the commission I won at the last Hereford Photography festival. The commission was awarded every year to one photographer to create a local project. I looked at Hereford’s local waterway; The River Wye. I spent many months travelling along the river, walking a great deal of it. I discovered it was not as much a hub of activity as I had first imagined, at times it was the complete opposite, spending many lonely days along the riverbank: just me, my camera and a backpack for company.
Here are some images of my show, and also a link to more info. If you find yourself in that neck of the woods between now and the 22nd November please take a look, also on show are Sophie Gerrard and Dan Haworth-Salter, amongst other great shows & talks.
I’m back for my latest, and my final, visit to the island. It’s always lovely to be back. Again this time as like others, the island has changed. There is only a couple of people on the island now and has a very much end of season feel to it. There are a few builders staying who are building a new visitor centre for day trippers to the nature reserve. It kind of spoils the peace having a JCB digging away throughout the day, but then in other ways it’s just what happens around here, daily life continues and things change, even on islands. I’m loving all the seals that have arrived, many are giving birth daily, with new pups nearly everyday. Every time you sit on a rock you realise you have an audience, they love to watch you and follow you around, then duck under the water when you look at them. I have found myself this trip taking this place and its way of life a bit for granted, like I have become accustomed to it. It’s strange how quickly we as humans get used to things, I have to keep reminding myself just how amazing this place is, and the fact that I get to come and stay on here. So I’ve just been out for a lovely night time walk round the island, it’s a strange feeling walking around the island seeing the distance lights on the mainland, it makes you realise how isolated the island really is, and quite how special it is. It’s truly beautiful and I will miss it greatly.