Pyrenees Mountain Photography: Le Petit Vignemale

Sunday September 27, 2009

Scotland Dreams: I’ve been to Scotland precisely three times. I’m a beginner with the burns, a newcomer at the hills, a novice on Ben Nevis: which I walked in glorious sunshine on my first trip, 2010. That’s me above, on the summit, at seven in the evening. I went back to Glen Shiel and Skye in 2011 in a wonderful hot April, and I was there again a month ago camping at Loch Tay and Tyndrum. Some…
Chorlton Meadows Dream: A Photography Project: Wandering is the way we discover the world - Kathryn Schulz, Being Wrong What is truth? says Pilate, Waits for no answer; Double your stakes, says the clock To the ageing dancer; Double the guard, says Authority, Treble the bars; Holes in the sky, says the child Scanning the stars. - Louis MacNeice Space has a spiritual equivalent and can heal what is divided and burdensome in us - Gretel Ehrlich, The Solace Of Open Spaces This article shows the intellectual intentions underlying my photographic project, based on…
Book Review: The Fountainhead: The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand is what I call a philosophical novel. I read them occasionally and before Lancaster University – when I took a year off – I read Hesse, Camus and Sartre partly for pleasure and partly to prepare myself for study. My favourite course was Philosophy and Literature when we examined Hamlet, Voltaire, and a section of Sartre’s Nausea. I got First Class grades for several essays in Renaissance Literature, and spent…
City Space And Chorlton Meadows: There are different kinds of geographic and cultural space. Private space of the home, public space of the street, and intermediary space of various kinds. After working in Manchester libraries for nearly three years, I am struck by the nature of such an intermediary space: that it is contested, with conflicting agendas between staff, other staff, and the public. I was once confronted for example with an irate relative concerning the misbehaviour of a young…
Pyrenees Mountains: August 2011: Arrival My Pyrenean walking in 2011 effectively began when I arrived at a worldwide religious centre. Lourdes in the south of France, is a quiet little airport receiving specialist pilgrim flights from Manchester. I’ve been through it three times and it takes just minutes to collect your baggage and then when I got outside this year, a bus was leaving immediately for town. The journey takes about twenty minutes, cutting through French agricultural fields. On the…