This was taken in and around 1987 on the way to Dovedale for the night. We would drive up in the brown Escort, sleep in the carpark and walk in the morning. With new camera in hand I took pictures of all sorts of crap. Blurred, over exposed and badly composed. Look out for the one of the cyclist we passed in future posts…
I am part way through the first 25 and getting really into them. All in various states of completion, I am wondering if my painting style/techniques will develop in any way?
It wasn’t my idea for the cat’s name, but indeed it was ‘Saucepan’, our studenty cat from Stoke On Trent. Psycho cat. The cat is very blurry in the original photo but the fruit bowl came out nice! Ironic that the bowl should meet it’s kitchen floory doom at the hands of a different psycho… but that’s a blog no one wants to read…
Come rain or shine or more rain, no day is too cold or too wet to hang the washing out. As I faff with coffee and the studio keys, quietly getting re-washed in the showers will be a nice seventies patterned sheet or underwear from the same era. I may have gone through a small phase of taking pics but began to wonder who really had the obsession… The Neighbours by the way are lovely and it’s always nice to stop for a quick chat in the morning, providing it’s not snowing too much!
From the shed in Corporation street. Not a huge amount to say about a window box on the shed. The shed itself was painted black and white. I don’t know if my parents were after some sort of mock Tudor look. Must’ve been the fashion in mid eighties Nuneaton…
Kim in Corporation Street.
A not too sentimental starter of my dog under a fishing umbrella in the garden of where I grew up. I could probably do a whole series just from photos of Kim, but that could also become slightly repetitive. Are the overlooking flats responsible for my need to have privacy in the garden now?
