Today began with horrid fog so I was happy that the sun came out in time for my lunchtime walk. I decided to go out of the back gate from work, and across the road to where a childrens play area leads to a very peaceful area of houses. I rarely see a soul there, but there are lovely avenues of trees and a couple of very big, old ones that have been kept thank goodness. This time I noticed a gap between two houses that I’d never seen before, so I crossed and went through. It led to a curved footpath with trees either side, so I walked the hundred metres or so until it opened up to a grassy area with more houses across the other side. Then I remembered Chittle Chattle’s hundred steps walks, I haven’t done one for a while, so I turned back the way I came and counted my hundred. This is what my phone and I saw.
Do you have a lunchtime stroll? If you do then next time take your phone out, snap and count as you do, you’ll be surprised what you notice.
One of my frequent habits is my lunchtime stroll at work, I just have to leave the office and get some fresh air and peace. I always have my mobile with me and often make calls because I can’t at my desk. Having it with me is useful, it has a great little camera and there’s lots to see all year round.
So here is my habit, snapping everything from flowers, leaves and nature, to firemen and my own sunbathing legs one day when it was too hot to move!
Does your habit include taking photos of robots and bagpipe players at lunch? Whatever ahbit you have share it at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/08/weekly-photo-challenge-habit/
It’s autumn again and that means a visit to Exeter’s Gloss gallery for the South West Academy of Fine and Applied Arts exhibition. As last year these shots are taken with my phone camera – one day I’ll go prepared, I wonder if I would get away with taking pictures!It’s difficult to avoid reflection and also getting a clear background seems impossible, but I hope you enjoy this little peep at the best of the regions art.
This piece is called Graal Glass 2 and it’s by Gregory Ford. I’ve never seen anything quite like it, the picture doesn’t do it justice at all.
Two Circles, Tokushige by Philip Booth
A few that caught my attention
The next two were extra special,
What do you think? Do you love or hate any of them? None of them will be going home with me I’m afraid, they are out of my price range right now, but I love checking what’s on offer at Gloss and will go back for the Christmas show in a few weeks time.
Just a little selection from a walk on Thursday evening, mobile in hand.
Pausing on the edge of night foreboding
Tense in traffic jammed up in the gloam
Hovering on the brink of the half light
Waiting for some story to unfold
Beneath the bridge a sense of something stirring
Waiting hoping longing to be told
I first noticed this new structure on Exeter quay one day in the winter. It had the sun gleaming on it but I didn’t have my camera! I’ve been back a few times since but sadly the light has never been as good. I didn’t know what it was at first but its an abseil tower and part of a new £5million outdoor education and training centre.
From a distance.
and a bit closer. Would you jump?
There’s still time to join in with this weeks challenge at http://sonelcorner.wordpress.com/2013/07/30/black-and-white-weekly-photo-challenge-upward/
Lat night I went with my friend to Exeter Phoenix, the local arts centre, where a group of volunteer researchers and story tellers gathered to talk about Exeter’s multi coloured history. We learnt about the city’s medieval Jewish population, and about a visit to the synagogue.
American GI’s were stationed here in World War Two and were segregated, with the black soldiers being kept over the river in Westexe and not allowed into the city centre. They won the hearts of the people in the St Thomas area and had some good times with the local high school girls!
Our Royal Albert Museum has had a beautiful carved and painted stone Ganesha in its colections for many years. It inspired some of the group to tell the story of how Vinayaka Ganesh became the revered deity, that drives away sorrow and obstacles. Maybe Madhu will tell us the story.
To bring us into the 21st century some young women from St James High School performed their own play, ‘Anna’s Story’, a moving story about the impact of racism.
There were several more stories and two super musicians, with an eclectic mix of instruments, who improvised thoughout the performances and during the interval. A fab evening and I’m looking forward to the next.
‘It is easy to forget how mysterious and mighty stories are. They do their work in silence, invisibly. They work with all the internal materials of the mind and the self. They become part of you while changing you. Beware of the stories you read or tell: subtly at night, beneath the waters of consciousness, they are altering your world.’
Now I shouldn’t be blogging today but I saw this new sculpture on Friday, learnt a bit more about it today and need a fresh way to procrastinate instead of writing an assignment. Exeter hasn’t had a fountain for several hundred years, since the Great Conduit, an ornate fountain through which water was available to the public was demolished, but there have been whisperings.
Enter Simon Ruscoe, a talented local artist with a passion for public art. Simon has been working on a large scale sculpture collective, for many years hoping that one day it would be on permanent display in his city.
The sculpture below, one of the seven figures hand cut from steel is twenty feet high and it symbolises the difficult times we are living through. If placed in a fountain as Simon hopes, it reflects society’s struggle to keep our head above water, a group united as it strives to survive.
Art is meant to be thought provoking, but the local newspaper reports that this sculpture isn’t getting totally positive feedback. Among the comments are that it is too modern, the city should have a fountain recalling the blitz in 1942 as well as some positive comments. Well I personally love it, and I wish Simon Ruscoe luck with getting it permanently placed, preferably in Exeter. This is our chance to gain an icon as powerful as the Angel of the North or the Damien Hurst’s Verity, currently residing in Ilfracombe. If not, I’m sure that someone with insight and an open mind will welcome it.
Tell me what you think, would you like it in your city centre?
http://www.simonruscoe.co.uk to learn more.
Sara Rosso created the Weekly Photo Challenge this week and asks us to show our day. I really hope that all of you had a more interesting one than I did, I’ve been flitting around getting things done so that I can play for the next three days! You can join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/photo-challenge-day-in-the-life/
This was new in town
I stopped a few minutes to listen to these guys
Stocked up with fruit
Shopped for Easter presents
Another Easter pressie, cute eh?
My granddaughter will have fun with these
Home for a cup of tea
I washed some of my scarves
Went out with the girls . . .
To the green
Then off to meet my friend from the train
So how was your day?
‘The personal value of an object, place or pet derived from the personal memories associated with it’ is what Jake at http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2013/03/24/sunday-post-sentimental-value/ has challenged us with this week.
My first school, Heavitree, was rebuilt a few years ago and the children now have a lovely modern building and more outdoor space than when I was a pupil. All that remains of the original is the house where the headmaster Mr Knowles lived and had his office. The only reason we children went inside was to see the school nurse, get told off, or like me for extra tutoring because it was decided you had a chance of getting a scholarship for one of the posh schools. It’s no longer part of the school, but a dental surgery.
This is the old school, around the early 20th century.
From a page © M.E. Brine
I’m not going to say what year this was taken but I think I was about seven. The photo was sent to me by Lesley, two to my left. She is probably my oldest friend.
I’m very easy to find!
The school always had close ties with the church and now it’s renamed St Michaels.