I have not made an entry on this page for some time, sometimes I feel that the writing ‘bug’ has become somewhat diminished of late, there is a pressing need to get some serious photography in the proverbial can. I suppose this entry could serve as one of those summing up, end of the year reflections. Though to be honest, I’m keeping most of it close to my chest.
I have some up to date pictures from the allotment in South Manchester, which is now almost completely cultivated. Gill and I (and the boys of course) have spent quite a lot of time planting and rotivating and now finally we can look forward to some serious produce next year—mostly fruit I hasten to add.
It’s been an interesting year in many ways, not least because I have spent much of it in that glorious state of Hodkinsonesq idleness. I seem to have something of a natural affinity for this ‘make and do’ condition of life and somehow still seem to be able maintain something of an indulgent life style. But of course circumstances have to change and now I find myself immersed in the commuter grind once again. There are consolations though, more stop over’s at Gill’s, allotment visits, and an IT (internet) based occupation that actually requires tangible intellect—such a relief after several years job hopping through sales and half baked call centre slavery. But as ever the call of the wild and that ultimate ‘wilderness man’ occupation remain pre-eminent in my occupational dreams and desires—-we will get ‘real’ one day—?
At the weekend I showed Gill the delights of Mottram Hall golf course, more than just a ‘golf course’—of course—- it is also notable for its arboreal delights and in fact is home to the oldest known Oak tree in Cheshire. Now I can hardly believe that just five or six of us managed to maintain such a huge area in perfect condition through a frenetic growing season but we did and the work involved is still by far the best and most fulfilling I have ever had.
I stumbled across a number of almost forgotten photos last night, all lurking in the depths of my computer. I thought some of these might be worth uploading because although they all have the curious qualities of anomalous low-grade digital photography they now seem to be interesting for that. White sky’s, odd chromasticity, and moiré galore, its something I have tried to promote albeit out of technical necessity.
Earlier in the year I took a load of pictures of Rob at work and the village churchyard. Rob is our local village ‘everyman’ who just happens to look after the churchyard amongst many other things. I think a number of these photos may end up in strategic places on this site soon.