A new version of “The cat sat on the mat” is on offer today. “The frog sat in the nest“. It is still in situ. I wonder how the frog got in and more importantly how it gets out.
I sat in the garden this morning. Armed with nothing but a cup of coffee and my book on Ansel Adams I was completely absorbed. Lulu looked on. Gradually I became aware that the sound of the birds was overwhelming all else. Our small garden is walled and it seems that the walls act as an amplifier, bouncing the sounds around with no escape. Pinball birdsong. I was never a pinball wizard but I think the bulbul may well be.
“How do you think he does it?
I don’t know!
What makes him so good?”
After reading some more of the book I decided to have another look at one of my Antarctic landscapes and made another version.
I’m not sure it is very different from the last attempt. One of the learnings about Adams is how his prints varied dramatically over time. He printed some negatives over several decades and later versions can differ from earlier interpretations to a remarkable degree. Right now this is how I see this image but maybe in 5 years I will process it with a completely different set of emotions.
Yesterday I went for a walk along the seawall and here are a few shots from that walk.
This dog was in a life jacket!!
Licking his lips as his mistress gets ready to throw the tennis ball
And here they are arguing over who it belongs to
And this is Jeff Thomson’s classic fast bowling sling delivery action translated into tai chi
Followed by a more traditional move.
And that’s the lot. I’m off to look for my mojo 😦