Seen in Upper Goat Lane, Norwich, England.
Lets be honest. In a world overburdened by visual imagery and messages most graffiti comes across as so much visual static - even the arty ones such as those by Banksy one notices because of the desecration as much as the aesthetics. Very occasionally something seen out of the corner of the eye will stick in the mind. Was this written as a warning to someone or did someone write it as a reflection of their own situation?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I don't know what you call them (The opposite of tableau vivant - tableau mordant maybe) but the displays at Norwich Castle are without exception hilarious.
Noel Edmonds (for it is he) can be plainly seen being ejected from a night club by an extremely camp bouncer in Roman costume. Proof, if proof was needed, that "our Noel" has been around for far too long. His helecopter is hidden behind the houses.
The one below shows someone who looks suspiciously like Brian Sewell getting it in the neck from a Roman soldier presumably the target of his art criticism.
The glimpse of the Iceni Village in the background is weirdly reminiscent of Thorpe Marriot the commuter "village" created in the 1980s on the outskirts of Taverham. The Iceni village does not appear to have a pub, shop, post office, school, church or village hall either.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
We are always in two minds about swans; we are impressed by their beauty and grace but wary of their wrath. Much like Blake's Tiger.
(Not another photograph of a swan you might say. They are a flickr favourite along with pictures of kittens with balls of string and appealing looking puppies. I was pleased with this one however because for once I got it right and did not "burn" out the details of the feathers in a glare of white. Photographing the thing in a fog helped.)
Saturday, February 02, 2008
In Norwich we are so used to the presence of the Cathedral that we usually forget it is ever present on the skyline and we have for certain lost the sense of awe that it must have inspired when the Norman's first had it built.
Myself and young Master Menace Blink had gone outside just after dawn (well you try and keep a ten year old inside when there is any kind of snow on the ground).
Through the black silhouettes of the trees I saw the Sun's light hitting the Cathedral. The normally grey to yellow stone glowed like a candle.
It is an old saw that there are no atheists in a foxhole. I am not sure that is true but rather I think it is moments like this that cause doubters to doubt.
Photo uploaded as a late Christmas present for Simon K.