Sunday, 30 September 2012

Forest, field and sea walk

SSSSssssssSSSssssssssssrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeking pit.
These wild shrieking pits are around North Norfolk and in working fields. A tall phantom ghost women wearing white clothes, comes out of the ground, around the pits.
Shrieking, moaning, wringing her hands, then looks into pit searching for her baby.
The story goes that her baby was murdered by her husband because he did not believe the baby was his baby and he thought she was having an affair and then after he murdered his own baby he murdered the baby's mother/wife. She apparently dates back to prehistoric times. 
Well this is a big reminder of how long domestic violence has been going on for. 

Chamomile weed seeded itself in a the mono farming wheat field. 

Wild Blackberry's in the hedgerow along side the wheat field.

Hay under the oak tree

"Anum berrys" also know as "Lords and Ladies" these berry's are red orange and extremely poisonous, the plant is like a Lilly and when the leaves and flower fall off it leaves these berry's. There very popular in English woodlands. However when the root of this plant is well roasted it becomes Salep which was drunk before tea or coffee was invented. Might be still a high risk of poisoning if not cooked right.

One very big lone rose hip

Robert in the dark wood.

Light flickering through the trees and leaving fractured light.

Old oak puffing out fluffy clouds.

Two bulls in a field 

Robert monkeying around

Ghost coastal train line there is more stations and line of track closed in Norfolk then is opened and a great deal of them were closed in the late 50's and 60's. If only they stayed open which would actually create more employment so people can get around the countryside. The train to Cromer from Norwich is also the same price as a pre-booked train to London and it sometimes is only one carriage long. Yet on the road to from Norwich to Cromer is a stream of cars, using enough fuel to fill a lake.

Robert strolling down to the beach, on the old crab fisherman's road.

The east coast erosion, a decision made by a "someone?" to let the coast go back to sea. The ever shrinking countryside.
Just straight across the sea, looking out from the east coast is the Netherlands, reclaiming the sea, keeping there heads above water. Like the Titanic were slowly sinking deeper then we feared.
should I move my folks house brick by brick further in land and the village shop, pub and church and all the villagers or maybe build a ship and abandon dry land. 

The beach a red box which I imagine must be a life boat but never thought to investigate.
Beside it a dumped mound of rocks in an attempt to stop the cliff collapsing into a life of sand and water.

Ocean bite in the cliff. The dropped coast grows new life, before its taken by the rough seas.

Cliff cafe looking over the ocean protecting all at sea. 

The promenade raised above the beach. The cliffs have slid and touch the paths edge.

A couple who's clothes have not changed since the 1950's, yet looked dressed up for the prom. Perhaps they are the phantom ghosts of the beach, protecting the beach and sea from" Fracking".

Saturday, 29 September 2012

Back to Bradford in a shower of rain

Bradford Art college glamorous front door. 

The baths behind the Alhambra theatre

Ferry bridge west Yorkshire cooling towers to create electricity the cooling towers cool down creating water that then is pumped around to create electricity then steam, then water again, burning coal on the way so a bit of a waste of heat energy in all the process. Solar panels could be a good idea in stead of this process. With manufacturer industry at the end of history in this country would mean less energy is needed.

Take a short cut through the Cathedral just after 5pm and you end up accidentally locked in to the walled garden that surrounding the cathedral. Playing with blossom and throwing it in the air was the only way out. Then a lady from the gallery who happened to be putting something on in the evening arrived and made a huge attempt to try and open some electric glass sliding doors to the cathedral area when she realised we were locked in. We cut through the gallery and went down some stairs and out the other side.

Men's Bath house, communal bathing once upon a time.

 Poster board of Galloway on a poster board of the Islamic community in Bradford city centre.
Galloway looks like he is on the phone. The political stall is placed in front of the T-mobile shop

Bradford wet centre is filled with an giant puddle. The only green in the puddle shaped square, was an outdoor video screen of a snooker game.

Here I am in front of the big puddle which for all its expensive oddity has cheered me up.

 The sponsor must be a mobile phone company by the looks of these tower like sculptures that sit with the giant puddle.

I am trying really hard to read this shop sign it is written in black on black. I think it says alibaba.

The words "create" written down the side of the Bradford art college beside the desk in the room I would have sat at, doing a sort of illustration/printmaking degree.

Blossom at the Cathedral in Bradford.

I am in the film museum with some old television studio cameras.

Standing in front of a green screen at the film museum in Bradford with my rainbow pride post cards.
The green part of the post card has gone transparent and you can see behind the green on the cards. I chose the 10 Downing street backdrop so it looks like I am about to head over the road and give the Prime Minister the Pride post cards.

The old sand stone bricks lay neglected and unhappy.

Perfect studio space with front doors on every level.

Chimney tower, they use to be all over Bradford. The industry is over, so they are pulled down or taken down brick by brick.

These two chimneys were peeking over the hill, as we drove past on the road. They belong to the power station.

Police sit and wait for trouble, on a busy shopping street, where all the religions are out pamphlet  competing.

Now this is what I call an art studio.

High street inflation goes up in colour and cartoon characters float around.

You can win a place in heaven with your loved one. Just learn this book off by heart and follow it word for word.

Hello Kitty, floats off, out of the shopping streets.

The Marmite truck, on the motor way at dusk.

Mini Market on the high street with Hubbley bubbley's in the window

"Pawnbrokers" and "To Let" shops on the High Street.

Bradford, "Big Puddle"!!!!, similar style of public sculpture thinking to towns in Australia with there big Prawns, Cheeses, Golden Guitars, things that the isolated place, is famous for. The big puddle means that Bradford must be famous for there puddles. This big puddle likes teasing people one second you can walk across it, then with out warning, it starts to get deeper. Children love it. The thrill of running out and getting wet trainers is very exciting. 

City sky scrapping it.

High street paving it.

Cut off.

Family posting a letter.

Preaching it.

Tree life after industrial revolution.