
Perth Winter Festival: Stories (1)
Continuing the theme of things I saw around Perth one Saturday afternoon… I have absolutely no idea what a chained-up dinosaur has to do with Christmas, but hey, I’ll let it live…
Continuing the theme of things I saw around Perth one Saturday afternoon… I have absolutely no idea what a chained-up dinosaur has to do with Christmas, but hey, I’ll let it live…
Streetview Loch Earn is still an idyllic scene despite everyone stopping to take photos in St Fillan’s. Herewith, two obvious views: Personally, I like this view instead: There’s a time-/context-axis running from the far distance – first there was the landscape, then there was Robert Mulholland’s statue Still, then there’s people taking photos of it, then […]
A study in decay.
Happily. It’s the orthogonal thoughts that caught my eye, so to speak. The trees still stand. I mean, the town still stands – apart from one tent in the very middle of the pedestrian area, I saw no more campaigning. Yes & No placards reside side by side, as do their representatives, chatting together outside […]
Individually. I hold the idea of nationality very loosely: it sometimes applies but does not define. I rate people trying to live their lives far higher than the games of politicians playing nations. Thoughtfully. Manifestos have been read; factors – economic, political, constitutional, cultural, socially – considered, their importances determined; a decision has been reached. Carefully. The way things […]
Detail of a rusted padlock on a cast iron gate, basking in the late evening sunlight.
Detail of an air-pressure gauge in a disused petrol-station.
This pump in an old abandoned petrol-station was enjoying the last few rays of evening sunlight.
When life gives you bath-tubs… stick to the ceiling.
The fisherman’s barometer, corner of North Castle and North Streets, St Andrews. A little experimentation in The Gimp, to create a synthetic “scratches” texture layer – using plasma clouds, old-photo simulation, distortions and other trickery.