A day of thesis reading.
I've been slowly watching this tree turn form green to orange over the past two weeks.
October 6th /
Is it a year later? /
I never wrote down the date.
I Will Have Prints /
There is something quite satisfying about seeing an image I made in print form, no matter the quality or size. It's something I've been missing the past while. Without a print it almost feels as if the work doesn't quite exist. It's an odd feeling.
These photos were taken over a year ago when I was living in a tent in France. I'm hoping to have a physical print of all my major projects by the end of my final year, even if they're just small 5x7's.
On another note - my test run of double exposures came out pretty perfect! There was no real meaning to the shots other than to test settings, and I went with a usual trope in the form of flowers. Now to gather my other film cameras from the far flung corners they have fallen to and start shooting lots of rolls at once!
And so .... it's time to look into calibrating my screen. And thesis reading.
My Walls and Ceilings /
Three ways to avoid Thesis reading on Mondays /
Cleaning:
A simple manoeuvre, but quite effective. Meticulously washing dishes takes time.
Inviting your mother over for Lunch:
Even when she lives 3 hrs away. She should be here in 34 minutes.
Take photos of a project you haven't finished:
More commonly referred to as "Work in Progress"'s, these can be a handy escape to feeling like you're being creative and doing something vaguely useful, while being completely pointless. An extra hour can be added if taken to the editing and blogging stage.
If you follow these three handy steps you successfully avoid all thesis reading on a Monday.
Currently making a small light box installation of my "Aesthetics" Project
Home Shots /
The Truth /
'You know zat another term for an iconographer would be "photographer"? From the old word photus in Lataton, which means - '
'"To prance around like a pillock ordering everyone about as if you owned the place",' said William.
William nodded. He'd always wondered about that word.
Accurate extract from The Truth by Terry Pratchett
Sick Bed /
I made it back from the Camino! It was amazing!
And now I'm slowly dying. I seem to be always slowly dying. Oh well.
And then the boyfriend reads over my shoulder:
"I mean, you're always slowly dying. As time marches on, your getting closer and closer to your death."
And I thought I was dramatic.
So being unwell, I haven't had the chance to do a lot of photographic work. I am of course going through the photos of the Camino, and I'm hoping to make a book of it (it might end up being a doorstop, but it will exist). And sadly, I'm not going to be at 100% for a little while, so not too many blog posts for the next couple of weeks.
This said I'm not doing nothing. I'm updating the Travelling section to my website, so that will have more places and more photos soon.
And that's all for now!
Have a happy life people who can go outdoors!
Somewhere on the northern coast of Spain. It was really pretty.
Camino Del Norte /
"'Cos I'm leaving, on a jet-plane. Don't know when I'll be back again ..."
Tomorrow morning, I'm flying to Biarritz, France, and from there I'm walking about 800km to Santiago De Compostela in west Spain. I have no real previous serious walking experience, but I've bought a good pair of shoes, and I've packed light.
For a bit of back story to the walk; the Camino is a pilgrimage of St. James the Apostle. The walk roughly starts where it was thought his body was first buried, and ends in Santiago del Compostela, where his tomb now is. The route we're taking heads along the north cost of Spain (photo above!).
There are lots of reasons I'm doing this walk. I guess I'll decide which one is the right one while I'm over there. For now, here are two articles that have motivated me recently.
- Facing Fear by J. B. Mackinnon.
- Do Things, Tell People by Carl Lange.
And last note - I bought a new camera! So I'll be shooting this whole walk on a lovely Fujifilm X-Pro 1. See you all in a month or two.
Leaving Tallinn /
Last Tuesday saw me leave Tallinn with heavy bags and a heavy head-cold. And yes, maybe a slightly heavy heart. It is not a city I expected to fall inlove with. It's not a city I even expected to like after my first month there. But now I have a strong fondness the country and am already planning my return trips.
Here are a couple of photos from Breakaway, a contemporary dance piece composed and preformed by two French girls I met, Fleurette Séguret and Mathilde Roch-Penet. Their performance was on one of my last days in Tallinn.
