1st November
This is a body of my life about an Autumn return to Shipping Hill.
It's almost like a complete thing even though Autumn went on before & will follow on after this stretch of time ~ Similar to the large body of small images that I made at the start of the Covid saga.
Although that one was about doing & this one is about being.
(" Instead of standing there doing something - be something!" ~ Peter Humphries)
I aim to present this job-lot, rather like a diary then take off on a tangent or two maybe.
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WISEMAN'S BRIDGE 1st October
 | Creative family output
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 | | Moss at the foot of the elevated mine train shattle. |
 | "The overflow is Moss!" (Sarge)
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In the arms of change
 | Wisty ~ a being for Haloween
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15th Redundent plastic ware.
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17th October
---- Hill Forestry
( a WALK for a VIEW )
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Lighting for a stage
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Shipping Hill in all its glory.
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An effect of zoom (that field is not that close)
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| A song for the trees |
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out of the sun
 | Envelopment
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| graded texture |
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Haloween Moss
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a growth at the quarry
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on the Lane with no name
 | Work closing down for sleep
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zoomed into a protecting deity
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0ne of the rain water barrels
20th |
Fodder for a Composition
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self made irrigation ditch pausing with its iron water on a dip in the path on its swift way to Wizemans Bridge
27th
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28th
More fodder for the painting |
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gently sparking horizontaly, left to right
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a cascade of brambles
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| dog pattern |
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| path of puddles over the forestry |
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two worlds
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| the bubbles have it |
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31st
Glazed in a wet sheath |
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the lost book of scrolls
& back to the diary format
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untold dithering in the night sky
tell-tale star duplicate
22nd
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fierce interior sun
23rd
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yet another deity
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everything & the kitchen sink
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lazy moon
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twisted
the wrong way to use a drill
a phot for Happenstance
25th
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28th
Church with a big tower
St Eliger |
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the sad story of a family in W.W.1.
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fixing a broken conch
29th
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| grouping broken pieces in the cock loft |
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Cardigan zipper snake
-posted in "Happenstance"
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another guardian
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Referencing Wilson from a few years ago after delicately treading on some paint work.
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30th
painting in progress
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it's something like
"night sky over Pringle bay"
This is actually a painting that has travelled a long way.
Which, unfortunately I havent kept a photographic history of.
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The Draining of the Drive
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Having not been driven on for quite a while, the grass has turned to mud and the drainage chanels have silted up.
It needs a chanel off pretty well every 10 yards.
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| my exercise routine for the winter! |
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31st
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Job # 67!
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| My postern gate leading onto the forestry, slumping on its upright. |
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favourite stones of the day with pot holding liquid rust courtesy of Sue Macleod Beare
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