Occassionally magical days happens in ones life and on the 16th April 2018 was one of those days when after driving up to Ironbridge the origin and heart of The Industrial Revolution, a historic subject that I learnt about so well from my school days - I collected my Gunning press.
One of the most magical things that happened excluding the wonderful 4 hours I spent with the very talented printmaker herself Jenny Gunning BA Hons was the fact that the press and its 48 inch wheel actually managed to fit into the back of our Saab Estate, which in itself was a massive relief !
I am looking forward to many happy times printing and pulling my prints.
Low tide enabled me to discover the delights and the secret beach of Hendra, the rocks the colours the forms shapes never cease to delight they always feel to me that they do not really belong here but further west down Cot Valley or Nanjizal.
I love this place, it has everything I need and more.
On Tuesday the 27th February it began to snow in Cornwall like never before well not at least maybe since the 60s., the Beast from the East, the Siberian storm front arrived with us and brought everything in its path to a flying halt. Mid afternoon the snow fell and fell very heavily and the strangest sight was to see the local birds the gulls, pigeons and jackdaws take to the skies in great confusion probably because they had not experienced it before.
It was mad and quite exciting to walk to our local supermarket Sainsburys a 30 min walk away in a flying bizzard and one that was survived.
On the West Cornwall Great Flat Lode Trail walking with Louie I came across these two beautiful equines which for a steady hour continued to play fight who knows why, probably to amuse themselves in the cold winter sunshine and to remeber who they are. They were a lovely subject to study and a sweet moment to record.
Precariously they stand at the edge of our coastline standing sentry watching the sea alone in their privilege. Contrasting in both design and size and length of time they have remained.
I love DOGS and I LOVE Venezia so my future photographic series whilst visiting La Serenissima over the next two weeks of Christmas and New Year 2017/8 it seemed a very obvious choice for a documentary photographic project. Venice doesn't have streets and roads and not even squares and alleys. Venice consists of Calli, Campi and Campielli.and it will be along these atmospheric places that I shall be practicing my very basic Italian in the hope of being granted gracious permission!
I have made up some business cards with my contact details on inviting dog owners to contact me with their email address to enable me to email them a digital doggy photgraph.
The aim of this project is to ultimately produce a photographic book with an exhibtion. Hoping it all goes to plan!
The first four images featured here were from my last visit 2 years ago so I have no doggy or owners names, this coming project will have a more personal touch.
have left Dollar Cove and are officially heading for their summer holidays south of the Sahara the cliffs look very empty without them. It doesn't seem that long ago I was eating Caesar salad under these cliffs at 8 o'clock at night with them soaring all above my head in all directions.
Past mining shadows
Walking beside the Tamarisk trees on the north coast of Brittany is a very different experience from Cornwall as they tower above your head here some reaching 5 metres in height. Here in Bretagnethey are much sheltered than out own cherished Cornish variety which are exposed to such wild south westerlies. Some of these I photographed just outside of Roscoff harbour, looked and seemed quite ancient, maybe centuries old.
seen through the ancient wood gabions - just the action of getting down low and at times as here lying at ground level you can present a greater perspective of your subject, here this most gorgeous property one any mermaid would be very happy to reside in ......
A gabion comes from (from Italian gabbione meaning "big cage"; from Italian gabbia and Latin cavea meaning "cage"
Dunes are called Towans in the Cornish language and at Gwithian there are many Towans split into their own definining areas along this magnificent three and half mile strech of beach butting along St Ives Bay. This is the first beautiful wild windswept dunes to experience after leaving the village of Gwithian from the Red River pub heading south towards Hayle. The feeling I get when I walk amongst these Towans never diminshes since I was a five year old girl away on her annual Cornish six week holidays. I have walked I have swum and have ridden horses along this magnificent beach its beauty and drama never fades thank heavens.
I am in delight with the latest Lensbaby SWEET 35 Optic - have held off a while before investing but fulfills all expectations brings mood ambiance and a timelessness within digital with an extra bit of width. Just a few test shots today after the unwrapping.
All inked up today continuing my Photo Etching journey today in Penryn, I have had another full on 6hrs of creative mind blowing physical experience all I can say is wow!
Just love the new alchemy I have discovered plus being in a studio of like minded creative souls .... I was in heaven! Here are a few images from today of my solar powered images!
The printing press - I am in love ❤️ — at John Howard Print Studios
Polymer Photogravure is a printmaking technique that falls under the Intaglio process of printmaking, which means creating an image lower than the surface level of the plate. In this case, an image is exposed onto a Polymer plate, inked and printed. The subtle grooves in the plate hold the ink which is the essence of intaglio.
This is my first days experience of this wonderful tactile process, one that is quite skilled and involved and never a print shall be exactly the same - it is wonderfully creative and unpredicable sometimes, but very satisfying - I am hooked totally. For years I have looking for an alternative special process to print my photographs one that does not invole Giclee. Here it is my journey is just beginning....
Here are a few grab shots from my iphone, whilst I was working on Day One. Six small cropped sample plates etched from six A4 photographic images and then eventually prints made from the Printing Press with a whole lot of process in between.
I was only commenting on a fellow photographers new project yesterday, Rod is collecting images from day to day life of 'still life' as he finds them not rearranged or even minutley adjusted just how it was how you discovered the still life. This must have been in the back of my sub concience as today when out roaming Godolphin Woods a National Trust estate near me I came across my first 'still life' as Mother Nature arranged it.
Saint Lo had a strategic position during WW2 a crossroads for the German forces, it consequently was almost totally destroyed (97%), Saint-Lô had the unenviable nickname of Capital of Ruins. After the war the question arose as to whether the town should be rebuilt or left with its ruins intact as a testimony to the bombing. One American soldier laconically commented: "We sure liberated the hell out of this place" . It reminded me very much of Plymouth in Devon similar postwar architecture. I imagine the 3% that was left of the old town were the battlements from the middle ages which are still standing strong.
When the tide is high at Marazion, the causeway becomes flooded and everyone has to wait their turn on this tiny jetty for the next shuttle ferry to the famous St Michael’s Mount. We are just a few weeks before Easter and the crowds are now descending on Cornwall. My friend Louie is in the shallows quite unperturbed digging for Cornwall. Because of the dull overcast sky I edited in semi mono, with lots of contrast, just to focus on the passengers and ultimate location.
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The evidence of spring is becoming more evident in the grounds of one of my most favourite haunts at this time of year, delving into the hidden corners of this medieval place always produces a surprise or two if you look hard enough. Stopping off at the cafe for homemade scones and tea is a must after walking the estate and the most magical Godolphin Hill. Click images below for full size slideshow.
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Friday was cold bleak dark and very unsprung like, so what better to do than explore the ancient pile at Trerice which has loads atmosphere and haunting stories which are a major attraction as far as I am concerned.
I had not past the front door when one of those tantalising NT secondhand donation style book shops beckoned to me from the depths of the converted barn area of Trerice.....and there saying I am waiting for you buy me was Simon Marsden's "Journal of a Ghost Hunter" ...the day had begun well :)
We walked with slow deliberate steps through this once ancient farm owned by the Arundell family for nearly 500 years to soak up the fabulous Elizabethan atmosphere
The Great Hall was part of the medieval farmouse rebuilt in the 1570s and has the stunning 576 tpane mullioned window which still contains some original glass, when we arrived the window cleaner was just starting!