Colour on the farm-call duck

Colour on the Farm series, 2022

In continuation to the photo I took the other day, colour and contrast on the farm, I took this photo with the help of Ma. Mum was cutting the willow tree and in the spur of the moment she helped me take these photos, the final being the one above. I think I will slowly contiue with this 'series' if you can call it that. Spontanous photos made in the moment with no prior planning, just using whats at hand.

May be ages before I get another photo. If I push it I probably wont get any. All for fun.

 

Colour and Contrast on the Farm

I took the above photo first on my phone. Just playing. Liked it. Then roped in my Ma to take the below photo on the old camera.

Pleased with the outcome. Just a bit of fun.

 

So Tired

I suffer terribly from fatigue, as part of the fibromyalgia package. No amount of sleep, healthy eating, vitamins, magic potions or yoga can fix it. The frustration is insurmountable. It restricts me daily and is a constant fight against my own body. Ive had to leave my part-time job due to the fatigue. It is not fun falling asleep while other people are in the room or trying to talk to you. And driving, that is an anxiety filled ride that is best to be avoided when things are really bad. it effects my speech, cognitive abilities and has turned me into a simple mess.

I don't know which is worse the chronic pain or the fatigue. Probably the latter as it makes everything worse.

I took the above image yesterday with my phone and then added the text, in some way trying to purge the tiredness and share my frustration via my Instagram.
 It seems the Instagram algorithm has me more hidden than ever, not that many would get it, but it is nice in some way to think that someone out there might understand.

Wing and Shell

 

As I walk the path to the place where I dump the waste from mucking out the pigeons, ducks and hens, in the woodland garden, I have noticed a daily  increase in cast off broken snail shells. No doubt the remnants of a hard earned meal of either a thrush or perhaps a blackbird. Small stable stones on the path used to bash the shells so breakfast can be gained.
Yesterday I found a wing along the path. Perhaps breakfast was cut short for some unlucky diner? No doubt one of my young cats, or maybe the local feral. Or even the blasted fox could have made quick work of the little bird.
Either way I felt a few photographs needed to be made.

'Two Homes,'..(Permanent and Temporary)' Nature Study, 2020.

'Two Homes,'..(Permanent and Temporary)' Nature Study, 2020.

 

You where never really here....

 mixed media on vintage photo

I Hallucinated a little bit

 A common problem..

In the Midnight Garden

 In the midnight garden, a dream within a dream, a clustered chaos; a welcome silence...

colored 35mm expired film and photoshop. The images tend to sit in large amounts of negative space

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Bourkes Parakeet, 'Poor Little Dead Thing,' Photographic Series

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Came home to find one of my little Bourke parakeets had suddenly passed away. A beautiful little bird, which I did my best to make use of and photograph. I still can't bear to dispose of her body and she is still wrapped up in my fridge. Wish I knew a bit of taxidermy or was about to make a cast of her little body. Seems such a waste. Only had her for a short time, but she was sweet.
Photos aren't great, not happy with the quality of my camera these days, don't know why it seems so poor. Any way a bit different from my usual dead wild birds that meet their end via the cats or window!

Swallow Photographs

Swallow I

Swallow II

Swallow III

Swallow Study I

Swallow Study II

Swallow Colour Study I 

Mother in Nature

Portrait of my Mother submerged in the roses. Double exposure/digital image

Her Mother

Double exposed photograph with blackout poem/found text.

Detail of photograph

Birds Nest

I came across this little pile of feathers by our front gate the other day. Some little bird has been trying very very hard to make a nest out of my hens feathers. I found a clump earlier in the day and thought the worst then later found this little half formed nest. Poor little bird, its efforts kept getting blown away by the wind. But what a lovely silky bundle it is.

'The Last Arabesque of the Red Robin'

'The Last Arabesque of the Red Robin,'

Death Dance of The Green Finch