I started today with flies on the brain.
I’ll start you with a whimsy to get you in the mood. That old saw, time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.
The Fly, Eye and Tax
Gormley Inspires
I’ve been thinking about Antony Gormley today. I can’t explain why Gormley is in mind except that his work is something I miss about living in the UK. His public work is just that, accessible to all.
Animated Protest
It’s hard to believe that a year has gone by since we walked into the Final Say March while in London. We weren’t taking part but we did watch it travel down St James Street. And I photographed the passing action via the reflections in a puddle. Huge numbers of voters took to the streets to demand that the final Brexit decision should be made by the public. It wasn’t to be.
And I all I have to show for it are twenty or thirty photographs of a puddle.
[Read more…] about Animated ProtestLocal Photo Walk
Some days, your luck works for you. This day, the weather was nice, the light working for me and there were things to photograph at all sorts of scales, colours and degrees of image complexity.
[Read more…] about Local Photo WalkOn Yeasts and Ophiolites
Yeasts as carbon dioxide strippers. What a concept! Suddenly you are thinking of National Collection of Yeast Cultures in Norwich or the Center for Bread Flavour outside Brussels? Wrong countries. I’m thinking of Austria. But first, we’ll need to go to the UAE, Oman and Cyprus where you might be able to see rocks soaking up CO2.
Yellow Is Imperial
What is yellow? The autumn leaves of the Ginkgo biloba on our back deck are yellow. After a lineage of more than two hundred million years, we may have first encountered it as an occasional leaf appearing imprinted on the coal we burned in our fireplaces. You may know that botanists classify plants into five groups. You may not know that in one of those groups, there is just one curiously different, lonely surviving species, Ginkgo biloba. It seems a bit unfair that the lone-member ginkgo ended up in two small pots in my homes, one the coal scuttle of my youth, the other a planter currently in our suburban garden.
