Thursday, 21 February 2013

Havergate Island, Suffolk


Havergate Hare

Looking for peace and quiet?
Wanting to be at one with nature, birds and hares?

Then Havergate Island in Suffolk is the perfect destination, and that is exactly where I was headed last Saturday morning.




Passing through West Suffolk on my way to the coast, via the A14, I was quite relieved to see that the chimney at the Bury sugar factory was chuffing straight up into the early morning air. This meant one thing.
Calm.

Calm was exactly what I wanted for my next encounter with the Suffolk seas. My previous visit had been altogether more, well, shall we say 'bouncy' when I had been out on a shoot with the RNLI back last November. Saturday was looking a promising 'my-kind-of-sea' day.






Along with three other photographers, we had been specially invited by Suffolk Coast Events Officer, Monika Koch to visit Havergate Island, owned and managed by the RSPB.

Located in the River Ore, right on the Suffolk coast and sandwiched between Orford Ness and the land, meant technically I wasn't actually going out to sea. However, anything which involves a boat on tidal waters is 'sea' enough for me. We climbed aboard the the RSPB boat, the October Storm to make the twenty minute trip from Orford Quay to the only true island in Suffolk. An 'exclusive' bird and nature reserve.

Noted for being home to a breeding colony of avocets, it is also home to wide selection of resident and migratory gulls and wading birds, including, in season, the spoon bill. With a resident pair of barn owls and a famous colony of 'Havergate hares' I was going to be like a kid in the proverbial sweet shop. So what to a piddly little boat ride!




Being a tidal estuary, sea levels were working against us to land neatly at the island jetty and so it became a boat clamber and a jump onto the shingle shore with all of our gear. (We shouldn't complain, this is the way everything comes and goes to the island, and when I say everything, I mean everything)



Thankfully it was so calm on Saturday morning, that even the oar splashes lingered on the water long after the rowing boat had moved through.



As a group, we were there on a specific mission as well as acquainting ourselves with the facilities. The island has no mains services but boasts a small visitor centre, with picnic area, an all important warden hut, and a number of roomy hides set alongside the series of carefully managed lagoons.



































 However, I wasn't there to specifically photograph the bird life...
















...more shall we say, to take rather a closer look at things.






As for the hares. Well, they just presented themselves in such a way that I couldn't avoid a photograph or two.



Truly captivating!



All too soon, it was time to bid adieu to this wonderful little haven in the estuary, and as we all headed back, our minds were buzzing with the possibilities, and plans for another visit.



The plans?

Very soon, all will be revealed.



Wednesday, 20 February 2013

The Merits of Exhibitions

A room in the Ansel Adams Exhibition at Greenwich



A little while back, I found a slot in my current tight schedule, to make an enjoyable trip up to London for the purpose of taking in some photographic exhibitions.

"Why do you go to exhibitions when you can see it in a book or on the internet?" I get asked

If you have ever visited an exhibition of work, and in particular, work which comes over as outstanding, then you will have half an inkling as to why viewing work in a gallery has merit.
I had already planned to see two exhibitions:
The Taylor Wessing Photographic Portrait Prize National Portrait Gallery (The final day was imminent)
Ansel Adams Photography from the Mountains to the Sea National Maritime Museum, Greenwich (Until 28th April)
Then I became aware of another must see, prompting a snap decision to go to London.
Lewis Whyld
Riots Revisited, Strand Gallery (On for one week only)

All such very different exhibitions both in subject matter and modes of production but all worthy of note.

Each year I endeavour to visit the Photographic Portrait Prize where it is always interesting to observe styles and trends. 2012 broke the trend set in 2010 and 2011 where the winning images sported young red-haired girls associating with animals. Although not the winning image, the exhibition did open this year with a hard looking man with a ginger animal! However, the winning image of an anxious young woman in Boliva had emotions which this time I was comfortable with (unlike the 2010 winner)

The background to each of the portraits was posted on the wall of the gallery, and made enlightening reading for me but only after each image had been contemplated. (A note here to the NPG, it would be lovely to have this information included in the catalogue for all of the images, not just the winning images) It is perhaps important not to read this information prior to viewing as it puts us, the viewing public, into a similar position to the judges, who always select the images on their visual merits alone.

Looking at other trends within the sixty images, the dominance of colour images was once again clear, and there were no trendy angles or jaunty poses, just pure classic positioning. The biographies also revealed that there was a high proportion of UK linked photographers who had been successful in 2012, as was the fact that many were either art school graduates or photographers working in the industry. Equipment varied from high end medium format cameras, through to all levels of pro and semi-pro equipment... except for one. An image by 'photo-interested' Nathan Roberts, taken of tourists at the National Gallery cafe provided a shard of hope that anyone can be successful here. His atmospheric image was taken on a... smart phone.



Moving on to another contemporary exhibition, Riots Revisited was a calmly located airing of a selection of images by Lewis Whyld, taken during the London Riots in 2011.
A photographer for the Press Association and based in London, he was one of the first photojournalists on the scene on the first night and was also there during the days that followed. As the tensions mounted, it was said that Whyld was at times forced to use his mobile phone to record the images for fear of his own safety. Some of his images were subsequently seen the world over and many were published in our own national press.

On entering the peaceful gallery, it wasn't long before the heat of those nights was rekindled. Recalling my own fears from the reports of those unsettled summer nights, the overwhelming red glow of the burning buildings jumped out from the exhibition prints. Silhouetted riot police and hooded youths was a motif often repeated in the imagery, the tensions clearly visible. However, it was one image in particular which made a big impression on me. Against a burning red background, swirling smoke provided the movement in towards the focus of the image; four on-duty police horses.
The most striking feature of the image, a single white horse produced emotions first of compassion then of bravery. His hard work during those awful days was ultimately recognised as Boris the Met Police horse did indeed receive an award for his bravery.

An outstanding set of images from Lewis Whyld, which deserved to be aired for longer than the week they were afforded. However, may they also be a reminder of how close to volatile some situations become and remain thankful that we seldom experience incidents such as this in this country.



Finally, having been suitably refreshed, I set off for a complete change of scene at the Thursday, late night opening of Ansel Adams Photography from the Mountains to the Sea exhibition at the National Maritime Museum. Sadly I misjudged my timing to reach Greenwich and ended up lacking time to do the exhibition justice.

Adams, an American, began his life in photography during the 1920s and went right through into the1970s and beyond. Being noted for his stunning black and white landscape images of places such as Yosemite, his dedication to photographing and then producing the very carefully tonally balanced images, gained him respect. His images were being shown in galleries alongside conventional art, something almost unheard of for photography. Today, his images are considered as fine art, with reproductions of his work regularly appearing, and on countless items, such as calendars and greeting cards.

My first impression was of the almost timeless quality of the images, although landscapes such as these often wouldn't show up the man-made progress of time. However, it was the water and seascapes which drew my attention on this occasion. With many of his images using long exposures, he succeeded in capturing the movement of the water whilst still maintaining an element of crispness. One image in particular illustrates my point. The Atlantic Schoodic Point 1949 was taken after two days of setting up and waiting for exactly the right conditions, such was Adams perfectionism. The long exposure "blurs the water, giving the picture a tender melancholy feel"

Now, I have written before about my personal view on 'milky' water and my dislike of the current popular trend to horrendously 'over-milk' images, so much so, dynamic seascapes are becoming flat to the point of 'why bother'. Adams illustrates beautifully that it is possible to capture the dynamics and the beauty of the action of water, in both this image, and also many of his waterfall images too, without losing sight of what water is. In the short amount of time that I was viewing his work, it made me think carefully and come to one conclusion. It is high time to reconsider how we might view our own images. As true representations of what we see, or of abstract imagery? For me, milky water falls into the latter category and as such, I feel has an imminently finite place in today's true photography. The tides are changing. Without actually harking back to the past let us reconsider the merits of the skills of the old photography masters.


So, the merits of exhibitions? If they are nothing more than thinking space then that is value in itself.
Enjoyment? Now that is valuable.

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Flippin' Brilliant



So what makes this pancake post different from any of the hundreds of others posted on this pancake day?

Well, this is a gluten-free success story.

Since needing to follow a gluten-free diet I have had to sacrifice the enjoyment of so many lovely things. However, I'm always pleased to discover that some of my favourite foods come up just as well when using the alternative gluten-free flour. One such food I blogged about at Christmas and now I am going to extol the virtues of another.

Mind you, it wasn't always as such. A couple of years ago I attempted to impress my mum who was visiting, by making pancakes with gluten-free flour.
"They will be just the same" I confidently told her.
I just swapped the usual plain flour for the gluten-free flour, using the same quantity. Simple.

No.

They were an unmitigated disaster!

To this day I just don't know why? Taking ages to appear to cook, they didn't exhibit the usual lovely mottled brown appearance and they were so unbelievably heavy. Was it cooking in a different frying pan? Using a different oil? Cooking on a ceramic hob rather than the gas I'm more familiar with? All I knew was that I was unlikely to try the experiment again.

Until today that is. I could no longer fend off the craving for a plate of rolled pancakes covered in sugar and lemon. In my opinion, THE only way to have them on pancake day. Fancy fillings are for every other day of the year.

Popping onto the Doves Farm website, I found their recipe for pancakes Apart from the type of flour, it was just the same as the recipe I had always used pre-GF.
All reports seem to indicate success and so I decided to give it one more try.

Here is how I got on.


(Today I made half this quantity)

200g Doves Farm gluten-free plain flour blend
500ml milk
2 eggs
(I added a pinch of salt)

sunflower oil for cooking



Egg dropped into the flour - just the same.



Gradually beat in the milk - just the same.



Leave the batter mix to rest for an hour - just the same.



Time to start cooking - looks promising.



Oh dear!
But then the first one out of the 'unseasoned' pan is often not great - so just the same.





Try again. A different pan, a different gas ring and using good old Trex instead of oil, and...



...finally, a successful looking gluten-free pancake!



The addition of sugar and lemon to finish off - just the same.




Voilà!

And it was enjoyed - just the same. (Himself couldn't tell the difference)

Flippin' brilliant!


Sunday, 10 February 2013

The Scratch Band



A very snug, low-light venue for a relaxed evening gig with The Scratch Band on Friday night.
























Thursday, 31 January 2013

Keeping an Eye on Things




Tomorrow will be the beginning of a new month. The month where traditionally the birds do their pairing up.
The month where there are fabulous opportunities to be had, out photographing the happenings in nature.
And do I want to be out there doing that? You bet!

However, there are happenings going on here at 'Ailec Towers' in the next month or two, and so you will have to forgive me if postings on my blog become a bit patchy. I will do my best to bring you anything fun, exciting and interesting of course but if you see nothing here, it's not because I don't want to share it with you, it is more a case of I just can't find a spare moment. All will become clear why in due course.

Just as this mother blackbird was keeping a beady eye on me today, for the next few weeks I will be keeping a motherly eye on some things too. Even so, I will have to pop up for air occasionally and I will certainly blog and give you all a wave whenever I can.
So, will you bear with me for a little while, please?
Thanks! I knew I could count on you and, as I know you are all so brill, I thought it was only polite to let you know about this temporary slow-up in advance.

Sunday, 20 January 2013

...and Don't Pick Your Nose!



Sunday afternoon stroll.
A pied wagtail also went about his business



As the snow fell steadily late afternoon, the most was made of the extended reflected light
on Saffron Walden Common.











Watch out!









So embarrassing!




Mutt has put a de-paw-sit down on a new pad.





All just too much.