Monthly Archives: July 2017
The sacred and the ordinary
Sure, there was a lot to look at in this old church – columns that dated from the 11th century, a very interesting World War I memorial, stained glass, and so on. But of course it was the dish towel, drying on a radiator under a stained glass window, that captured my attention.
Photographers were asked to donate £2 and wear a sticker that identified us. Of course, I made the donation. And I kept the sticker, too. In case I ever need Official Photographer cred.
St. Edward’s Church
Stow-on-the-Wold, UK
photographed 6.4.2017
Also – the funeral of The Who’s bassist, John Entwhistle, was held in this church in 2002. So, there’s that.
Sacred to the Memory
This little forest of candles caught my attention first. And then, I read the markers on the wall.
The top marker, for Martha, made me sad to think that apparently in 69 years, her only accomplishment was having been born.
The second marker was just full of information. A wool stapler is a person who buys wool from a producer, grades it, and sells it to a manufacturer. And “relict” means something that has survived from an earlier period, which must mean that Sarah was Mr. Wilbraham’s widow.
Also, inside this little church in a random town, we ran into some friends from home. And home is 4,800 miles away. Small world, eh?
St. John’s Church
Cirencester, UK
photographed 6.4.2017
black/white
A year ago this week, I took a class at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops. Without going into detail, I’ll just say that I hated it. Two days in, I wanted to come home, but my Patient Spouse and a photographer friend of mine talked me off that particular cliff. I still hated the class, though.
The last night, I hardly slept at all. About 2 or 3 in the morning, I looked over and saw one shirt hanging up in my closet; I made a photo with my iPhone since I didn’t have anything else really going on.
Today, I found out that image was accepted into a show at the A Smith Gallery in Johnson City, Texas. The show, black/white, will be up from August 4 – September 10, with a reception on August 26. Elizabeth Avedon was the juror.
So, it just goes to show, doesn’t it, that terrible weeks can sometimes bring good results.
By then, he’d already moved on
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Dark tomorrows
From a certain angle, below the house, it looked as though the shrubs were going to win.
Chastleton House
near Moreton-in-Marsh, UK
photographed 6.3.2017
One Day | One Image 