After hours and hours of dropping a hint yesterday they said eventually they were taking me out for a walk, we went down to the canal, a quick swim and we carried on until we went over the motorway, then back to the towpath and into the country where I had another swim and saw a big old friendly dog wearing a raincoat... How can you swim wearing a raincoat? For some reason we turned back before I was ready, but then I saw my chance and disappeared off up to the disused railway line... they decided to come and we continued until I saw a field where there had clearly been rabbits, so I had to explore and once again they followed. Eventually we arrived at a road where I was put on the lead, fortunately no dogs or cats were around, and along PAVEMENTS to a food shop where they had something to eat and once again all I had the were the left overs. Dying of starvation we continued until I saw we were near the canal again and I was off the lead to explore. Nearly four hours later we arrived home.
Today we went into the city in my car and I was left in the back: for a a few hours by the coach station where the younger he disappeared and I have not seen him since; then even longer at a garage where he went in to look at a motorbike and she laid down in the road to take some pictures; and finally for most of the day at a food shop where he came back with two interesting bags that contained FOOOOD. After all the delays we eventually arrived at Daisy Nook where there is plenty of mud, water, trees, sunny grass, and of course interesting smells. Unfortunately I also found some noisy geese... so I had to chase them away. Again I only had leftovers and some dog chews which were too small to chew. After a reasonable walk we set off back to the car, but for some reason they took me by the water again so all my mud came off... and I think I may have become clean ...which is definitely not very good. We arrived home to find the sun was in my favourite spot... across the front door... so I just had to lie there.
Currently suffering from photographer's block, but somewhere there is a creative documentary photographer striving to get out and unleash social consience on the world.
Then it becomes complicated as 'after post modernism' influences, 1970s photojournalism and traditional landscape ideas all compete for my attention.
Some days I would like to go back to a Nikon F or M3 Leica with no meter and a few rolls of black and white film ...then I think that a 160mb Seitz or alpa T12 and a 60 mb back would be preferable if I had £50k to spare. Whoever said digital photography was cheaper?
Oh... and we have a Golden Retriever who thinks he is human... and now look after a collie puppy who knows everything must be done in a rush...
