Arrival - Departure

Homemade Pinhole Image

Flight

Cyanotype Photograms

Morning Star

Fragments

cyanotype Photogram

A' Coimhead a mach air maduinn chiuin

Taken with an old Agfa, 120 6x6 film

Standing in the wheel house looking at an ancient landscape.

Skimming Stones

A children's pinhole workshop

Agfa isola bought of ebay for a few pounds

on top of the hill you have masts in one direction and a neolithic wheel house in the other. its amazing just contemplate it

taken with an old Agfa i love all the marks on the lens where, why, who looked through the viewfinder before me

for this project i didn't want to contrive an end image IE adding scratches and dust, i wanted to add to that cameras memory by taking my own images with it, whatever damage there was to the lens being as important as the end image, maybe a part of me was added like a memory a scratch or fibre, dust.

on top of the hill you have masts in one direction and a neolithic wheel house in the other. its amazing, just contemplate it

taken with an old Agfa i love all the marks on the lens where, why, who looked through the viewfinder before me

for this project i didn't want to contrive an end image IE adding scratches and dust, i wanted to add to the cameras memory by taking my own images with it, whatever damage there was to the lens being as important as the end image, maybe a part of me was added like a memory a scratch, fibre or dust.

The Old Shop

The rafters bare the roof is gone
Starlings roost where bacon hung
And nails grow thin and rust away
Where boots were often on display

The smells have vanished in the breeze
Of paraffin and ropes and cheese,
Of salted fish, Milanda bread,
The smell of rotting pine instead.

The counter where he nudged the scales
Is bleached by sun and winter rains,
A spider makes a web in vain
Around the dusty window pane.

And where the flour was kept in sack
Where hungry mice might find a snack,
The concrete floor is bare and stark,
And all around is bleak and dark.

Rev Dr John Ferguson

My dear Uncle John passed away 06/01/09, life ticks by in a comfy routine but then in a space of a few months it changes and the friends and securities that you took for granted have gone, and life has lost it's colour, and the brighter the day the sadder you feel.