Sydney Australia.

Always becoming, never arriving. Life is at a standstill - only ideas flash past. In such confusion I find myself running after them: Hey! Stop! Stop! But they escape, leaving me staring at a grey English spring.

Derek Jarman, Modern Nature.

Rita Kernn-Larsen.

Self-Portrait (Know Thyself).

1937.

Wilfrid Wood.

His unapologetic and expressive portraits.

Emmet Gowin.

American family.

The photographer has said, of his images of his wife Edith’s extended clan, “I wanted to pay attention to the body and personality that had agreed out of love to reveal itself.”

Emil Gataullin.

Russian.

The images are a reflection of Gataullin’s life, beginning with his childhood in a small town beyond Moscow where he spent almost all his holidays with his grandmother and his uncle.

Ingmar Bergman's Hour Of The Wolf (Modern Trailer) YouTube video by Jordan Shankman

I have posted about so many films across the years.
Always hovering there in my conscious mind, and also embedded in my subconscious is Hour of the Wolf.
I can’t escape its presence.

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Films I loved to teach #5.

Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans.
1927.

F. W. Murnau.

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My film course was two years of studying contemporary and historical film. I began with City of God and La Haine and moved backwards to silent film.
Sunrise delighted everyone.

Charles Webster Hawthorne.

Three Women of Provincetown.

1924.

Kerry James Marshall.

Souvenir 1.

1966.

This angel is remembering the achievements of great African-American musicians from the worlds of jazz, blues, and R&B who float above, pulsating with energy and offering the names of their colleagues for a heavenly roll call.

Reginald Marsh.

Coney Island (double-sided).

1946.

Jeanne Mammen.

At the Shooting Gallery.

1929.

Savely Abramovich Sorine.

Belarusian.
1878–1953

Nightclub.

Hi Doug.
I’m dogged by a persistent chest infection that seems to dictate the mood of most days. I find space on posting, a part of my ongoing mission to ‘educate’!
The garden is beautiful and I have my books.
How are you?

The true confessions of Will Self | The Observer Once a rock star novelist, years of ill health and a brutal divorce have left the author wrestling with morality and mortality

“I walked 300 miles through the London suburbs with cancer and bad neuropathy in my feet.
That was difficult, but I thought: ‘If I’m going to die, I’m not going to be one of those people who constantly hedges against that risk by not doing anything challenging.’
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Whistle Down the Wind.
1961.

Directed by Bryan Forbes.

A beautiful film in every way.

Our magnolia.

Richmond Park walk.

Alien 3, directed by David Fincher.

Girl's Head beside a Skull by Rex Whistler.

Fagus sylvatica.

Ironbridge trip back in the day.

Early morning walk.

Brilliant Andrew.
I admire creativity in the darkroom enormously. Many years ago I set one up in a cottage I lived in beside the Dee estuary. Idyllic!

Alfred Buckham.

Iconic aerial photography.

Edinburgh.

Circa 1920.

'I always stand up to make an exposure and, taking the precaution to tie my right leg to the seat, I am free to move about rapidly, and easily.’

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Chester.
Canal walk.

Thank you!
Yes.
A small village in Carcassonne.

Enzo Sellerio.

Palermo.

1924 - 2012.

His black and white images are inspired by neorealism, that in those years prevailed in cinema and literature.

Guess.