I saw this scene today and took 14 pictures of it and made some software stick them all together.
I implore you to click on the image to see a larger and far more smashing version. This island of Tiree is truly beautiful, and a little bit magical. It has been a privilege to be here and meet two very lovely people in Colin and Sue. Waxing lyrical? You bet I am.
Jason and myself are on our way to Tiree to do some photography for a web site. Just nearing Oban we encountered a sudden burst of extreme beauty. It was the end of an enjoyable but tiring day, and we slept soundly in our little single beds (NOT pushed together).
No time for breakfast - straight down to the ferryport at 6.30am...
Been there twice now - and I like it more each time.
I should return when the light is better and capture these engaging "wickets".
I can't help thinking how good Antonia is looking these days.
Must be those new blue contact lenses of hers.
Clever picture, this, and yes - it IS art, so it's OK
David Ellis lives and works in Brooklyn. The artist calls his works ‘motion paintings’ and so they are - vivid and unusual!
So, what do you think?
Nothing was visible in the room when I took the picture, but this emerged on the viewscreen immediately after I took the picture. There is no face as such, but something weird is going on. I'd be happy to listen to your opinions.
Obviously, this is quite impossible.
Even the most stupid schoolboy or IT technician knows that it is impossible to sculpt with water unless it is frozen.
Wrong.
These beautiful sculptures are made with room temperature water and dye. The secret is that the figures appear for tiny amounts of time - and the water is somehow injected with an electrical charge. There's a whole gallery available HERE. It's well worth a look, and I just love to see this kind of innovation and creativity.
Trouble is, I always end up wishing I could be that creative. I've had a few stabs at creativity in the last year - most of which have been pretty average. I see the creativity in others, and I will admit to something akin to jealousy. It's like I have a well of creativity within me that has no way out. I am limited to emotional appreciation of others' work.
The thing is, when one is creative, however rubbish, it's impossible to stop trying. Maybe, with enough encouragement and constructive support I'll be able to give expression to what burns within.
Maybe I just drank too much coffee.
I do wonder whose work it is that is inspired by the other. I certainly like Ben Krain's strong photo-journalistic image, and I think Bud Force's weaker version pales somewhat in comparison. Who knows, maybe each have never seen the other. Striking similarity, though.
Just to clarify, in case anyone is Googling themselves - I think this work by Bud Force is poorly conceived and executed.
Very often, my pictures engage me with my life. I find they help me to remember the moments, rather than the events. In reality, those who know me well will tell you that it is remarkable if I even remember the events.
Andyhow, to this end, I offer the following photos and their attendant thoughts.
Ed's Hand - outstretched and looking decidedly freaky.
It's a good hand for the job, though. The job in question being teaching and supervising young people on outward bound type activities. If you're in the west Yorkshire area, watch out for him at a climbing wall near you.
Why photograph a hand? ...I hear you ask. Well, when one is waiting for Tapas food to arrive, all manner of things can and must be done. Things like this, to emphasise the handy theme:
Ed's hand, you know...mine is the chubby one and Liz's is the ringed girly one.
I suppose this one got taken because of that wonderful hand shot I showed recently on this blog. Hands are interesting things, and reveal more about us than we may care to admit. I thought this might make a REALLY good picture, but such is not the case. I tis what it is, a hastily inspired work, done whilst waiting or an almost unfeasible amount of food was being plotted for us in the depths of the kitchens in El Torero.
There is a perception that Tapas is expensive. One that I have bought into up till now. In reality, there are a few expensive dishes which need to be avoided (the cold meat platter for one), but by enlarge the dishes are very reasonably priced, enabling us to have a very generous meal for four for under £55. Worth bearing in mind - although we didn't douse ourselves in "Dos Equis" like there was no tomorrow.
At last, some nice colour. I call this meisterwerk - "Insalata"
This work has been almost three days in the making - involving literally five minutes of painstaking image manipulation. To blazes with the expense - I /will/ express my art. Strong salad themes here.
These are not mine, they're Olives
TL has moved past her pure hatred of these delicate creatures and now relishes the mild and delicious larger olive, as carefully thrust at us by the impassioned serving-elves at El Torero. In actuality, I ate most of these, because Ed and Rachel were not keen, but I was not in any way depressed by this.
On reflection, these two appear mad.
So, then, not just a visit to El Torero, a chance to explore the intricacies of my mind, take weird pictures and generally observe people. My file on Ed and Rachel is already huge - but little could compare with the room I reserve at the British Museum for my notes on TL. See her here, pleased with her new camera:
I mean, could she /look/ more pleased?
Now I know where Ruth got that overbite from, and the smuttmongers amongst you can glory in one delicious glimpse of TL's bra strap.
All is well.
Unsalted Anchivies, Completely and utterly virgin olive oil, herbs and....crisps.
Out tonight with TL's son, Ed and his wife, Rachel to El Torero Spanish Restaurant for what, in all honesty, was far far too much food. Fortunately for us, "far far too much" was a quantity we managed to deal with reasonably well, with only the slightest need for serviettes to cover the remainder of the over-ordered patatas bravas.
The silly thing is that the staff could care less. We bought a little too much - good for business - and leaving it is so much quicker than eating it, so win-win. we left in good time, but not before the said patatas were involved in a little amateur film-making exploit.
Ladies and Gentlemen - I proudly announce the Uk premiere of "The Potato Dance". I hope Jonathon Ross is ready for this - and watch out Nick Park. We're on your case, matey.
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