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The end of a week, and I wish my fingers might dance across this keyboard.

We spent a few precious days at the Shed, Mrs E and I.  We watched the sky through a glass wall.  Frozen at times, then skidding across an open iris.  I took an ancient Polaroid camera and some out of date film.  The colours bled, the exposure was all wrong, but I so love imperfection.  It's life.  I squirelled the photos to hidden places in books and boxes.  Perhaps one day someone may find them and see my face smile back. It was fun.

We ate curry at a special place not far from the Shed.  We eat there a lot, and it's good.

A return to work.  Everything is so busy, so very busy.  This may not be a bad thing.

I sent an email to Harry Cory Wright, who is a brilliant landscape photographer - one of England's finest. He replied!  This is what he said, and it brings cheer to my day.

The end of a week.  My fingers rest for a while


Thank you ... thank you very much.
Love your blog. Love that place by the river.
Harry

a special day .... a special boy

Last Thursday was a very special day for a very special boy.  Our youngest grandson turned one.

He started fitting a few days after he was born.  Then the chilling news.  The initial prognosis was that he would either die within twelve months or survive in little more than a persistent vegetative state.

Well, come Thursday last week our grandson was still with us, and most definitely not in a persistent vegetative state. His mother took possession of a specially adapted wheelchair on the eve of his birthday, a wheelchair that will enable him to sit upright and look the world in the eyes.

He so much enjoyed the celebrations.  Can you picture the enormous beam on his little face, strapped securely into his lovely new wheelchair as he starts to observe the world from a different perspective?  Perhaps we too might  join him and beam broadly as we see life ourselves, for even the shortest of times, from a different perspective  ...

celebration

still more ...

We lead such busy lives, don't we?


Summer is the time to take a long, deep breath and hunker down in a little sunshine for a while.  We've spent some of it at the Shed, doing little more than sitting still, reading and watching a mile-long field of corn behind us being harvested.


The gallery below seeks to capture the spirit of calm we felt, and I make no excuse for the emptiness of many of the photographs.  When I was younger I sought colour, motion and vibrancy - and now I am older, it is peace, tranquility and order.


For a year or two now I've been studying the work of Harry Cory Wright, the renowned Norfolk photographer.  He has a truly amazing gift in isolating elements of landscape to reveal hidden form within that passes us by in our daily rush to live.  If you want to explore more then check out these links ...


At the BBC

Harry's On-Line Galleries

Work on Sale

The photographs below are inspired by the work of one, truly brilliant photographer - someone who through his work has helped me find calm amidst my own busy life.

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a wedding

We speed down the motorway in convoy, dodging the rain clouds.

The grounds of the Abbey are green and lush, welcoming like the party within.  They come from around the world to witness a young Englishman and young Japanese lady exchange their vows.  And the language of love is universal - no words are needed.

These photographs are dedicated to my nephew, his beautiful new bride and their respective families ...



私たちは、雨雲を逃れ、船団を組んで高速道路をスピードを落とす。

修道院の敷地内には内のパーティのように歓迎し、緑と緑豊かです。彼らは若いイギリスと日本の若い女性の交換、その誓いを目撃するために、世界中から来る。と愛の言語は普遍的である - 何の言葉は必要ありません。

これらの写真は私の甥、彼の美しく新しい花嫁と、それぞれの家族に捧げている...