Colours! I’ve re-dyed my hair and I’ve now got pretty much everything but yellow.
I love bees. Bees help the world go around. Whenever I spot them I try and take a picture to document where they are. Some of these are pretty old, some were taken this week by a bus stop in Hillsborough.
A selection of doors from around the world, some inviting and some less so…
Two pictures taken at one of the Saturday night sessions, 4th April 2015. Matt Nelson playing his mandolin. I love taking photos of musicians, but there’s almost always a blur, a hand or a bow, for example. I like how clear some aspects of this picture have come out, despite being half he room away and in a dark room!
So this week I’ve put together another gallery, with different ideas I get from the word ‘fresh’.
Below we’ve got fresh ingredients from street markets in SE Asia, a freshly chopped coconut in Fiji, fresh water fun, fresh faced, a refreshing blended iced green tea latte, freshly dyed skeins of silk, freshly made felt, fresh flowers as an offering and a freshly prepared (by me) meal.
I’ve not done one of these for a while so here we go. I originally thought I’d only have 4 or 5 but got a bit carried away, as you can see. These photos cover 4 continents and about 3 years of my life. Some of the hues come from nature, some are man made and others are the result of nature’s affect on man’s creations. I’m always drawn to photographing things with red tones, because red is a favourite colour of mine, but I’d not realised I had so may different oranges until I started going through to select some.
I know you aren’t meant to judge a book by it’s cover, but we do, of course we do. If I see a book with a plain black cover, stern white font and one item lit up with one colour tone then I’m going to avoid it because it’s either 50 Shades of Grey or one of it’s many knock-offs. I’m never going to read any of them. If it’s all ink with slightly curled font in a pastel tone, perhaps with cupcakes or stars around it, then that’s probably not a book for me either.
I love collections of anything grouped together as a subject for a picture, but particularly book or album covers. I like the differences and similarities in the layout, font, colour choices, images, sizing and all that sort of thing. And so I take pictures of these groupings and some of these can be seen below:
The brief for this weekly photo challenge is to think about an image that could be used as a cover for something – a magazine, an album, a book perhaps.
I’d like to make an album at some point. I know what the cover is going to be like, I’ve got it in my head, but I don’t want to reveal that yet. I’ve started writing a book and I’ve got an idea of what the cover of that might be, even if I’ve got no title and no definite conclusion to the story. So I’m not going to reveal that yet.
At some stage I’m going to put together my photo journal of Felt Sherlock‘s travels and I think this should be the cover:
I’ve not done one of these for a while, but I thought I’d pop one in.
Who can spot the extra in this photo? Comment below!
A little late for this week’s photo challenge, as I’ve been on the move with Kiwi Experience, travelling through the South Island of New Zealand.
I’ve been sitting in the front seat hoping to be able to take some good driving pictures. This is a bridge originally built around the time of New Zealand’s gold rush.
And a final one to tie in with the others, a similar view this time the Tyne Bridge with The Sage Gateshead in the foreground, a picture I took in the summer which then inspired the Australian one.
From the outside news reports the protests in Bangkok in February 2014 were more like riots, clashes with the police and sadly people died.
Inside, this was not the case everywhere. The protests were spread across a large area, with tents, music, food, I was given free water and invited to write on the pro-democracy walls.
A ten minute walk into the protest site I found these children dancing.
My trip to Laos was brief and, on the whole, brilliant, barring the scam fiasco of the last day in Luang Prabang.
I wish I’d managed to see a little more of the country and spend more time with the locals, but I didn’t quite realise how much time I’d spent in Thailand, not really doing much. But there you are, you learn and I’ll be planning the rest of the trip a little bit more than just ‘ah I’ll go there next…’
The main impressions that I have of Laos are:
- mountains, mountains and more mountains. Covered in forests and jungle, long twisting roads passing through linear villages with small children walking to school, even smaller children playing by the side of the road.
- the misty vistas that ideas of Asia bring to mind. Mountains looking like torn tissue paper, fading off into the distance.
- A father having a waterfight with his son as we drove past, the child giggling in delight.
- Friendliness of strangers (mostly) offering directions, tips for good food options.
- Resourcefullness and hard work ethic. People were selling items made from the shells dropped during the ‘American War‘, flowers and peace signs shaped from the metal and destruction brought by American bombers. I had no idea that Laos had been affected so badly, I’ll certainly be reading more about it in the coming weeks.
- Water, water everywhere…
In Luang Prabang the main feature of the surrounding landscape is the Mekong River, winding it’s way past the city, conjoining with the Nam Khan and in the evening you can sit and watch the sunset over the river.