Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Autumn medley


This is a multiple exposure image, constructed in an iPad app called 'Enlight'. It's made up of four different photos of mine, all related to trees and autumn colours, blended together. I recently bought the app and I've just started to play with it. It's just fun to do something different and experimental. I'm not being very intentional about it so far, though I think sometimes it gives rather interesting effects. Things either seem to 'work' quite quickly or obviously don't, but you don't know what's going to happen until you start experimenting. This is only the second image I've made using this particular app, so I am quite pleased with the way it turned out.

There are photographers out there who are seriously into abstract photography, using multiple exposures that have been created either in-camera or in post-processing, adding textures or using intentional camera movement to create interesting and unusual effects.  If you're interested, there are lots of beautiful examples on the internet. One of my favourite photographer-artists is Doug Chinnery and I also love Valda Bailey's work. Do take a look at their websites if you have a minute.

Monday, 23 October 2017

Making waves



Not the sea but the roaring, tumbling waters of the River Aire rushing over the weir in Saltaire's Roberts Park. There is plenty of water in the river at present. It is keeping within the water course but the currents are tremendous and the weirs are exciting. I watched two mallards plunging right into the fray and couldn't tell whether they were doing it for fun and enjoying it or whether they'd made a mistake! The power of the water must be quite strong even for a duck. 

Such foaming waters made me want to take photos and I spent a happy few minutes watching the patterns the waves made. 


Sunday, 22 October 2017

Shadow variations


A brief spell of bright sunshine means shadows - and chance to play a little. This is one of the original Victorian fire escapes on the main mill building of the Victoria Mills complex, now converted into apartments.

I like it in mono but it also makes an interesting colour study, with the blue tones over-saturated.


Saturday, 21 October 2017

Chariots of fire


The top of Otley Chevin is rough heathland, bordered by a road called Yorkgate, which is thought to follow the course of a Roman road that linked the Roman towns of Ilkley, York and Tadcaster. These days it is fairly peaceful up there, though The Chevin attracts a lot of dog walkers. The sound of Roman chariots is replaced by the intermittent roar of jet engines from the nearby airport: chariots of fire, maybe.

Friday, 20 October 2017

Autumn tints


Autumn tints in the old woodland on the side of Otley Chevin.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Leathley


From the heights of Otley Chevin, I spotted the little village of Leathley, nestling in the valley beside the River Wharfe. I drive through it every time I visit Harlow Carr Gardens and every time, I vow to myself that one day I'll stop and explore it a little more. (So far, I never have stopped!) The village has some very attractive old stone buildings, though it seems to lack a real centre. I think at one time it was part of a landowner's estate and the population was mostly involved in farming. Nowadays it appears to be a base for wealthy professionals to settle, within commuting distance of the big cities (Leeds, Harrogate, Bradford).

I applied a slight tilt-shift effect to this photo. It seemed to lend itself to that 'toytown' treatment.

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Otley from the Chevin


I went walking with a friend around what is known as Otley Chevin, a ridge on the south side of Wharfedale, overlooking the market town of Otley. It's an attractive area of old woodland and heath with some lovely views over the valley. The artist J.M.W. Turner often stayed with friends near here and his famous painting: Snow Storm: Hannibal and his Army crossing the Alps is said to have been inspired by a stormy sky he sketched from The Chevin. You can certainly see the weather coming in from a long way away.

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Tangle


A tangle of rhododendron stems looked like a sculpture... or serpents... or dancers, to me. There's something 'other worldly' about them.

Monday, 16 October 2017

Pear tree...


... minus partridge but you can't have everything. This caught my eye. It's only a young tree. In fact, I saw it being planted just a couple of years ago (see HERE) in the gardens belonging to Shipley College's horticultural department. It is now proudly displaying a very respectable crop of fruit. The golden pears really glowed in the sunshine amongst the leaves that are now turning a deep russet red. I've enhanced the effect a bit to bring out the richness of the colours.

But remember your Shakespeare:  'All that glisters is not gold.'

Sunday, 15 October 2017

The no longer perfect tree


Those who've been following my blog for a while may recall me talking about my favourite 'perfect tree', a rowan that stands just across the railway lines from Salts Mill's huge chimney. Not only does it carry pretty white blossom in spring, red berries and leaves that turn a vibrant orange in autumn but it was an absolutely textbook 'child's drawing' shape. (See HERE). Well, no longer. Someone (presumably from the local council) in their wisdom (?) came along some while ago and trimmed the lower branches, which has utterly ruined the shape. I'm actually feeling quite cross about it. I can't see that it was dangerous. The branches didn't hang low and they looked strong. There are big sycamores and ash trees across the road from my house that seem a lot more dangerous, with their branches well overhanging the road and whipping about dreadfully in high winds. Just corporate vandalism, I feel.

Saturday, 14 October 2017

Jeremy Corbyn


I've always voted Labour and briefly held membership of the Labour party back in the Blair years, resigning over the Iraq war. I rejoined the party some months ago, since I felt they had put together a manifesto for the last election that I could really support. I was nevertheless a little surprised to receive an invitation from the local Labour group, on Tuesday, to apply for one of 100 seats available at a meeting locally, where Jeremy Corbyn, the Labour leader, would be speaking. I was even more surprised on Wednesday to discover I had been allotted one of the tickets for the meeting - on Thursday at the Victoria Hall in Saltaire! It was all rather hush-hush; I suppose they didn't want vast and unmanageable crowds to turn up. 

I duly went along. He arrived a bit late (he'd been visiting a care facility) and it felt a little like waiting for a rock star to turn up! Palpable excitement in the room. It was pleasing to see the huge mix of people gathered: all ages and ethnic groups, students, business people in suits, ordinary blokes in jeans and trainers, techie types, young mums and a fair sprinkling of retired folk (the full spectrum... ageing hippies, purple-haired sirens, grey perms and M&S grandmas like me!) How's that for a list of stereotypes !?  but what I really mean is that it wasn't a stereotypical gathering.

Mr Corbyn spoke well and clearly, without notes, for maybe 30 minutes. He talked about the Labour party's history and core values, the development of the current manifesto, the enormous recent growth of the party (now over 500,000 members) and its wide spread of supporters, and about some of the key policy areas in the manifesto. He was serious, though with a twinkle of humour. There was a quiet authority and confidence in what he said, though he was very 'ordinary' and apparently quite relaxed, accepting being the centre of attention but not playing that up. He seemed (to me anyway) very genuine, very sincere and very well-informed. When he talks - about poverty, housing, families struggling with dementia, students, the environment - you can sense that his opinions and views are formed by really hearing people, by being genuinely in touch with the reality of ordinary people's day-to-day lives. He's been a constituency MP since 1983. That doesn't always guarantee that one's feet remain on the ground, but in his case I sense he is a real listener and learner. I heard vision and passion in what he said but sensible pragmatism too. 

There was some enthusiastic applause. I actually found myself, several times, saying 'yes' out loud, so heartily did I agree with what he said. There was no time for questions from the floor, which was perhaps a shame (though so often people's 'questions' are actually statements of opinion and so maybe it was sensible to avoid opening things up in that way, in a packed schedule). At the end though, he avoided a standing ovation (which I'm sure would have been forthcoming) by inviting people to come and speak to him and people surged round, asking for 'selfies' and the odd autograph. He seemed mildly amused by it all, very gracious and generous. I think my photos show that what he was doing, as people crowded round, was listening. He has that knack, I think, of making people feel like they are important and valued. 


I think I can say I was something of a fan before though I don't tend to have 'heroes'. Seeing him and hearing him speak live, I am now sure that 'what you see' with him really is 'what you get'. If he became our Prime Minister (and I sincerely hope he gets the chance), I think there'd be a radical shift in tone coming out of government, as well as direction. It remains to be seen if he could retain his calm rootedness, under pressure in office. I hope he could. I hope he can continue to seek the collaborative, consensual, informed approach (nationally and internationally) that he seems to believe in. I've never understood why governments ask for advice (from experts and end-users) and then so often seem to ignore it. I don't believe he is 'the messiah'. (Nor does he! He stressed many times that it is all about a grassroots movement, a collaboration, a pooling of ideas.) I know there'd be areas of conflict, as there are in all parties. Perhaps he has things to learn when it comes to effectively managing his team.  But I long to see the policies he espouses given a chance to work, and I long to see a more respectful and caring attitude coming down from the top in our society. It will, I accept, take a long while to really turn the country around. I hope we can. I will work towards that, even if that only means going out shoving leaflets through letter boxes. 

As I say, it was a privilege to experience this and I am thankful. 



(All iPhone photos) 

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Friday, 13 October 2017

Man inside. Help!

'Man inside. Help!' is the rather poignant message, in English and Russian, on a steel plate on the Soyuz TMA-19M descent module (see yesterday). I suppose that's just in case it landed by mistake in your back garden, instead of on the steppes of Kazakhstan!

I found the whole exhibition awe-inspiring and rather moving. It all looked a bit like something you might have knocked up in your garage! Or perhaps a Victorian diving bell... There was little hint of the very sophisticated technology that it must contain. The outer skin of the capsule, scorched red and black, just hinted at the epic journey the module has been on, protecting Tim Peake and his colleagues Yuri Malenchenko and Tim Kopra as they flew out to and back from the International Space Station. It has done something like 74 million miles in space, docking with ISS and orbiting earth for six months in 2015 -16.


The scorched and charred skin.






























A glimpse of the control panel in the module.


The navigation window and a panel that linked up communications between the module and ISS.


View of the module and the steel cables that attached the parachute. The little flag sticking out is the 'black box' antenna that enabled the recovery crew to locate the module on its return to earth.

(iPhone photos, so the quality is not the best, I'm afraid.)

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Tim Peake's spacecraft


I just had to make a trip to the Science and Media Museum in Bradford to see a spacecraft! It's the Soyuz TMA-19M descent module that brought the British astronaut Tim Peake and two other astronauts back to earth on 18 June 2016, after his six month long mission to the International Space Station. The exhibition is on in Bradford until 19 November and then on tour around the country.

You can see the capsule itself, with all the scorch marks caused when it re-entered the earth's atmosphere, heating up to 1600ºC in the process. Also on display is the huge parachute, the area of two tennis courts, made of nylon (of the type that toothbrush bristles are made of!) with very strong cords woven from steel, which supported and slowed the module as it hurtled back down to earth to land in the deserts of Kazakhstan.


I don't think the space suit was Major Peake's, but you can climb inside it and peer out through the hood. There is also a virtual reality simulation, so that you can experience the space descent yourself. We didn't have tickets for that - but I'm not sure I could have coped with it anyway!




Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Masham's church


The Anglican parish church in Masham, St Mary the Virgin, has a tower that dates back to the 12th century (Norman, 1100s) though the rest of the church has been altered many times since then. The spire was rebuilt in 1856. It is very light and bright inside, partly owing to the white painted ceiling that reflects light from the clerestory (upper) windows. It also, unusually perhaps, has some paintings hanging in the nave, a Nativity by Sir Joshua Reynolds above the chancel arch and another of the Virgin Mary, though I don't know who the artist of that is or how old it is. It looks quite modern so perhaps it was commissioned to mark the Millennium. Certainly one of the stained glass windows is a Millennium project, by glass artist Glenn Carter, depicting the scenery, flora and fauna of the area. (If you look carefully you can see a sheep and a shepherd's crook.)

The church sits just off one corner of Masham's market square and its large churchyard provides a peaceful oasis, almost like a park in the middle of town.