It’s been a messy week. I have been working on too many things at once; with each project producing more and more sub-projects and tasks, and my “to-do” list begininng to resemble a Russian novel — with a cast of thousands.
I had intended to respond to Sally’s phoneography challenge with some street photography, but I didn’t manage to get out on the street. The mall and the supermarket would have done, but my phone’s battery died after a few fun shots in the produce department.
So, no street photography. Instead some very symbolic shots of endlessly repeating vegetables and fruit generated with my new “fun” app fractalPhoto.
Sally at Lens and Pens by Sally hosts a weekly phoneography and non SLR digital devices photo challenge. You can join in here.
Yesterday was the first in a long time I’ve given myself permission to go for a walk instead of starting work straight away. Not a particularly long walk – and I did take my camera – but enough to feel invigorated (probably by the cold) and humming with plans and ideas.
The trees were full of spiderwebs, hung with tiny beads of moisture and the morning light produced unexpected colours as a backdrop.
Truly a random moment of delight.
Being more of a dressmaker than a gardener, I tend to think of fraying in a negative way. Frayed fabric is weakened and liable to fail. Yet looking at the roots of a lemongrass plant, what appears as fraying is actually the plant’s strength. Roots that spread outwards, fraying more and more into chaotic threads deliver more nutrients and provide stability for the stems and leaves above ground.
Not like maths in my day!
I am the daughter of a perfectionist tradesman; practical and unafraid to get stuck in and fix things when they break. But my long tenure as the Big T’s co-habitee has, I confess, made me a bit lazy. Like my dad, T is enormously handy. He has built bits of our house, maintained our cars, and sorted out the kind of plumbing and electrical problems that other people would have paid a professional to do. And I have definitely developed a tendency to ask for his help rather than trying to do maintenance and repair stuff myself.
T spends his days at a computer screen; a mechanical engineer whose work is mainly virtual. But he’s a man who needs a project; a tools out, hands dirty, greasy smell project. Several years ago he restored his old motor bike which had languished in his parents garage while we were in the UK. He doesn’t ride as often as he’d like — but at least now he can.
A few months ago he bought another bike to restore. So once again half of the garage is spread with tools and parts. This is totally outside my realm of either knowledge or interest, so I content myself with occasionally taking photos of these machines.
Black and white photography works well for machinery; allowing a focus on shape and texture. I shot these deliberately in quite poor light without my glasses on. I figured I didn’t really understand what I was photographing so I’d just — literally — point and shoot.
I have friends (and of course a partner) who can look at these photos and not only know what all the parts are, but whether they are original or aftermarket, and can probably tell what size and make the bolts are. I just look at them and think; nice detail, cool contrast.
I usually think of silhouette images as being created by relatively bright light behind the subject, yet in these two shots, the light was minimal and diffuse – a misty winter morning.
The two shots below, by contrast, were taken at particularly intense sunrise and sunset.