So I spend over four hours of every day inside a bus or train. Even on the worst days, a window seat can provide more than just a view.
It’s been a good week.
My Father In-Law graciously agreed to sit for me and while I was happy with the result, there is a lot more I need to be thinking about in my approach to portraiture and that means more practice.
I finally got started reading Annie Liebovitz: A photographer’s life 1990-2005 I have had it for a few months but not even opened it. To be honest I had seen the hardcover of this and the cost put me off but my wife spotted a soft cover edition and got it for me.
The folio pick for this week is Ian Munro. I like images that tell a story and Munro’s character portraits do that for me (warning some images are not safe for work)
Listening to Nataly Dawn who is one half of Pomplamoose
Having a break from the internet has made me think about how much time it takes up that could be spent elsewhere.
I did to dig through my collection of links to find this week’s folio by Ian Brown
Listening to Brentwood. Their cover of Deadpool Rap is so not safe for work but brought some much needed relief when I needed it.
Remember the hill? This is one time I could not make it up last week… I had to stop and walk with frequent breaks so I got the phone out.
Judging by how dark this image is I need a better headlight on the bike but it gave me an idea to light paint the path, something I can continue to work on and improve.
In my defence I am ill (though I did not realise it at the time) and under orders to rest, the timing of which annoys me no end.
A few months back I started riding a bicycle to the train station and back each day. One part of the route I can’t avoid on the route is the steep descent into the valley. Physically it’s downhill so no effort but mentally quite demanding. I rise early and it’s dark and all I have is a tiny light to show me what’s ahead. There have been a few near misses with Foxes, Possums, spider webs and fallen branches. You have to concentrate and draw from limited information to make progress. Downhill is challenging but achievable.
The way home is uphill and for the first few weeks I had to dismount and walk. I was convinced this would be normal, after all, I’m no athlete and I’m getting older.
But then I tried.
The next day I tried again, got further but failed.
The day after I tried again and got halfway before I could go no further.
Fast forward two weeks…
One rainy afternoon I made it, exhausted to the top of the hill. I had no energy to appreciate the achievement. I needed to keep going to get out of the rain.
To paraphrase Ian Fleming “Once is odd, twice is a coincidence and three times is a pattern” The climb up that hill has become a pattern most days of the week. so has the descent.
For Black And White Lovers
by Lize Bard
You could say that I am a struggling artist of some sorts...
travel and adventure
Image your Life
Dear reader, I have bled every single emotion and I have tried my best to put them in these pages. I will write until you run out of tears to find in these words. Tears that are products of every dote you lost, products of so much affliction that they never had enough strength left to carve their path tracing down your cheeks. And I will be honest with you to say that I am not there with you. Truth be told, I am mostly not in these writings. In fact, I have never been in any real relationship that I wander at the thought of whether I have any right to write about these things. But I am a wallflower, in the eighteen years that I have lived I have seen the people around me break so hard that they crumble back to their cradle. Love is a different kind of war but as long as I am standing I will give a hand to those who have fallen. These writings are not about me, despite most being written in first person. I want you to find yourself in them. I want you to find yourself and get yourself back.