Receding Into The Fog
For a while now I’ve been admiring the painterly quality achieved by some of my favourite landscape photographers. I’m starting to feel like I’m making progress. It’s all very ironic. Most of the time photography is about striving for sharpness. I suppose being able to turn softness on and off is some indication of mastery. I’m not claiming mastery, but I have learned that landscape photography is about limiting the field of view to a few simple objects. And if that’s not a metaphor for life, what is the point of photography?
More effective LARGE.
The Fog On The Tyne
Returning from the pub last night, I thought, Shall I go down to the river for a few photos? Then I thought Nah, went straight back to the hotel, got tucked up in bed and watched the end of Newsnight. But this morning when I drew back the curtains and saw the fog, I grabbed the camera and belted down the hill.
Sittin’ in a sleazy snack-bar
Suckin’, sickly sausage rolls
Slippin’ down slowly, slippin’ down sideways
Think I’ll sign off the dole
‘Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine, all mine
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.
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