Thursday, 24 November 2011

Another Mistake

From our recent trip to Totnes. This was taken near the Sea Trout Inn (renamed the Old Trout Inn through a combination of my dyslexia and 'humour') where we were staying and close to the River Dart. To be honest I think I may have deliberately aimed the camera into the sun to see what effect it would have. This one could easily be a metaphor for... hmmm... lets say the absence of God.

And Finally

This is the last of my photos from Iceland (unless another undeveloped film turns up)

A River Runs Through It

Here's where those icebergs float down to the sea. There's some pretty glistening of the sun off the ice and ripples in the water. All very nice. It's just crying out for some poet to use as a metaphor for... oh lets say... growing up in small town America... or something

On the Beach

A beach of sand made from volcanic ash and ice melting from a glacier

Saturday, 5 November 2011

My First Review

I have been reviewed in the likes of Circa in Ireland, mentioned in Cabinet in New York and made to look (momentarily) cool in Dazed & Confused but here is where it all started

(I'm the one on the right, just in case you were wondering)


A closed petrol station at about 2am in the suburbs of Reykjavik. That is all.

I'm back (again)

So the picture. I think it's my favourite of the many pictures I took in Iceland; it was taken on a night shoot on the golf course behind the residency building. The building I was staying in was out in the suburbs and the suburbs of Reykjavik have a strange otherworld feel to them (feeding into my fantasies about living on a terraformed Mars).

The sprinkler system had come on (as if to provide a useful metaphor for the excesses of the cheep credit/boom years) and was causing a thin mist to cover the golf course and hug the residency building (providing a metaphor for… oh lets say… the environment)

Ah yes, the beauty our species can create by combining the mundane, the clearly unsustainable and the pointless.