a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
As part of a workshop in alternative cameras I took a few shots with an old Canon Powershot A570 which had it’s infrared filter removed and a piece of orange gel taped over the front of the lens. This yielded some interest color IR effects. Click any image to see them all enlarged.
Back in the High Street, we visited the Beaney House of Art & Knowledge. While in America we tend to revere the Magna Carta (statues of them above) for expanding the rights of the people, in fact, the Barons were wresting power from the King with no regard for the ‘people,’ beyond their own right to exploit them.
Once again, I confronted a museum mirror, this one with a sign encouraging photography adjacent. What else could I do? Click any of the pictures to see them all big.
From the walking guide we picked up at the Cathedral:
This building, the walls of which date from the late 11th century, was named after the first item of business at the daily monastic meeting – the Prior, from his throne, would read out a chapter of the rules of St Benedict. The current governing body of the Cathedral also takes its name from this.
The superb wagon-vaulted roof of c.1400 is made from Irish oak, and its decoration is typical of late English Gothic style. The two main windows are late Victorian, and the subject matter of one is mirrored in the other…
The right-hand picture is of an angled, mirrored table presumably allowing visitors to see the ceiling better. The 2nd window mentioned above, is opposite the one shown in my picture.
According to Wikipedia, the Abbé Suger, “(c. 1081 – 13 January 1151) was a French abbot, statesman, and historian. He once lived at the court of Pope Calixtus II in Maguelonne, France. He later became abbot of St-Denis, and became a close confidant to King Louis VII, even becoming his regent when the king left for the Second Crusade.”
I remember learning in Art Humanities at university, that he called stained glass an analog of the virgin Mary because of the way light passing through it created something of beauty without penetrating (that is, breaking) the glass, as Mary was presumed to have been impregnated by the holy spirit.
After seeing Grayson Perry’s Posh Cloths at Victoria Miro, we took a longish walk along the Regent’s Canal. It was one of those variable weather days where, at times, it would be sunny and warm, then cloudy and grey. Both were lovely.
A window looking out on a little courtyard. The smears on the stuff in the window looked like hands rising up to me. The mirror in the bottom image didn’t seem to be able to reflect me, and was angled in such a way as to create a little bit of a trompe l’oeil effect with the glass bowl in the reflection different from the stone bowl in the foreground.
Two shots of Carron Pond in Farnham Park, one converted to black and white, the other left in full colour.
Seems like every gallery I go to, I find a reflection of myself down a corridor in a doorway.
…is a fine place for reflection.
Reflection of the library shelves through the library window an reflected back onto it from the building opposite.
Continuing with reflections… Sitting on the couch, reading on my iPad, I noticed in the bright sunlight what a strong reflection there was coming off the glare on the tablet (with minor enhancing in Capture One). I had just received an email invitation to a self-portrait contest, so I thought here was an opportunity. It’s not really interesting enough to submit, but blogworthy, perhaps. Quick BTS below.
The next morning, in bright sunlight, I noticed the reflection from the window on the kitchen backsplash (see last post).
A gold-foil wrapped counter at The Lightbox.
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