Baytown

On the day that Bernardo Bertolucci died, one of the articles I read contrasted his and Marlon Brando's behaviour on the set of the notorious Last Tango in Paris, with a present day pairing of comparable stature; Paul Thomas Anderson and Daniel Day-Lewis.  Coincidence of course, but I'd spent a gloomy morning in Robin Hood's Bay on … Continue reading Baytown

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Rock Follies

Some months ago I wrote a piece about Studley Royal water gardens, and how they were created by John Aislabie when he retired from government in disgrace at the end of the South Sea Bubble Affair.  As Chancellor of the Exchequer he was greatly responsible for the scheme which was intended to refinance public debt … Continue reading Rock Follies

Lacking Inspiration

I've been less than kind about my home town of Sunderland's attempts at public art and architecture, though the posts were so long ago that I feel safe in raising the issue again, because the town's decision makers just keep doing it again. The Millennium may seem a long time ago now, but it was … Continue reading Lacking Inspiration

Beningbrough Rule Bending Pt I

Having moved home in the last year I have a new area to explore and of course that includes some new National Trust properties that I've visited before, and even despite my disagreement with their drone policy two of the houses in North Yorkshire won me over with some special exhibits. The first was Nunnington … Continue reading Beningbrough Rule Bending Pt I

The Art Tardis

This isn't my first blog about Staithes, the tiny village on the Yorkshire coast that was once home to Captain Cook, and given that it combines a built-in beauty with a shoreline location it doubtless won't be the last.  Why this time?  Because since 2012 there has been an annual arts festival and this was … Continue reading The Art Tardis

Bloodied from the Wreckage

Let's be  clear.  I'm not seriously hurt. If you've read my recent post about the clothing choices required of a wandering photographer you'll understand that some shots require the right protective gear, and on this occasion I didn't have it. So I didn't yomp across wet sands at low tide. Nor did I continue my … Continue reading Bloodied from the Wreckage

Foss & Nonsense

It's a pity that global warming is the culprit, but something remarkable has happened in the UK and we've had a real summer (and it's still only July at the time of writing).   At the risk of sounding ungrateful, this has had the effect of rendering almost everywhere I've been pleasurable and photogenic, with … Continue reading Foss & Nonsense