Friday, 28 August 2009
I've just spent four days inhabiting a tent in the Brecon Beacons at the delightful Greenman festival.
Despite its uncommercial charm and beautiful setting it has a lot of things going for it that other festivals must dream of. Or not.
Questing was taken to new levels as armed only with sword of grass me and my trusty henchman vainly attempted to fight off storm clouds in the hawthorn arena.
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Monday, 10 August 2009
No 1. A burnt out car.
Strange the things you find abandoned. Take this car - a Rover 200 series, not that it matters - for instance. Driven to a remote moor hidden by gorse and set alight.
It burnt so hot the glass had melted. Maybe I should have sold it as art.
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Taking photos like this on Polaroid, when you forget your close-up lens is a drag.
But such is life and you have to work within the limitations of your own imagination.
So anyway - I like these webs. I like their ordered complexity and their seemingly self-aware beauty. Why else would they perch in the dawn light twinkling with dew if not to stupify?
In other news. I've had a lake party and a road party this week. Both previously underestimated occupations.