The last 4 weeks

I was in America over Christmas, back in North Yorkshire now. I love this place. Here's a few images from the last 4 weeks as an aide-memoire to me.

The arctic conditions on the moors are balm for the soul:

We spent Christmas in New Hampshire. JM and I went to shoot a pier in Maine at dawn.

JM working with a film Hasselblad:

My shot of dawn:

Our beloved mini schnauzer, Trixie, died the day I came to England in July. We scattered her ashes by Dumont Rock in Rockleigh Wood which she loved to climb at the top of a hill in New Jersey:

Grace and I re-visited Bushwick in Brooklyn, NYC, to shoot street art:

I finally cleared out all the boxes of stuff I'd stored in London for years from the living room floor. Now it looks like a good spot for chess and whisky:

My barn owl neighbors are especially active. These shots from my study window:

I have permission to prowl around this farm and the next-door farm. This is an opportunistic shot of a stag with the moor behind:

The nearby North Sea is a visual contrast. I like the ghosts of the wind turbines in the mist behind the cormorant at Redcar Sands:

The recent high winds brought out kite surfers at Teesmouth:

Anyway the barn owls are thriving. This place is a nature reserve really, not a farm, as it hasn't been cultivated for 10 years and there's a beck with plenty of woods. There is lots of undergrowth in the fields which means rodents and therefore birds of prey. This from an upstairs window:

Newsflash - a neighbor says she's seen otters by our stream. That would be incredible. Andrew says there used to be kingfishers, but the run-off from upstream farms polluted the water and killed the fish. If there are really otters, well!

Maybe I'll start posting again

A Drive in Scotland with Hikes

1. Fly into Inverness from London. Birmingham Airport is also good to fly from - only 70 minutes by train from London, Euston.

 2. Drive to Ullapool on the west coast.

There's an ok Tesco's in Ullapool.

A good b and b is Suilven 3 miles north of Ullapool on a single track road to Rhue - bedrooms ok, lounge very good, breakfast very good, short stroll to Rhue lighthouse.




3. Climb Stac Pollaidh from the car park. Good path, do it as a circle up and round the back of the mountain, about 2 and a half hours. This is a must, despite the other hikers.






4. Visit Knockan Crag, a lovely easy walk round a world famous geo-site.



5. Climb Quinag from the A894 car park marked. "Quinag is a magnificent and complex mountain with three summits attaining Corbett status. The ascent of all three is one of the finest hillwalks in Scotland, with fine peaks, dramatic ridges and stunning views. If the full walk is too much, the ascent of the first peak (with a return the same way) is a short and fairly straightforward hillwalk with rewards out of all proportion to the effort involved."



6. Take the car ferry from Ullapool to Stornoway on the Isle of Lewis.







7. Drive south from Stornoway to Harris, past Tarbert to circle round the southern peninsula. 8. Vist the cafe and gallery at Geocrab on the way. 9. Visit the church at Rodel.



10. Visit Luskentyre sands.



11. Take the car ferry from Tarbert to Uig on the Isle of Skye.



12. From Uig on Skye it's 20 minutes drive to the Quiraing car park. This is a famous landscape. Take the path from the car park as far as you feel like it and maybe come back over the high plateau. Strangely I don't have any good pictures of my own.

13. Do the picturesque drive south to Elgol. Skye can be heavily visited, so best to book a b and b in advance preferably at Elgol.  On the way you get fine views of Blaven.

14. Walk up the coast north from Elgol to Camasunary and back. I once slept in the bothy there after climbing Blaven.

15. Drive back to Broadford and on across the bridge to Kyle of Lochalsh on the mainland.

16. If you still have time before heading back to Inverness airport, then the next stretch has many points of interest such as the Applecross peninsula, Mellon Udrigle, Poolewe WW2 naval base, the mountains of Torridon and much else. If you want to do one of the finest ridge walks in Britain, then climb An Teallach (pronounced 'An Shaylack').





17. Dont miss the very short walk to Corrieshallock Gorge.

18. You can fill up the rental car at Tescos on the big roundabout a few miles before Inverness airport.

Isokon Flats, London, NW3

The Vessel at Hudson Yards

The Williamsburg Bridge, NYC

Monochrome

A slideshow of my monochrome album on Flickr:

Some old photobooks

I'm back

2004-2010 I was here at Blogger.

2010-2016 I used Zenfolio.

2018-  Here I am back at Blogger. It's free, it persists, it's not Wordpress with all those tiresome updates, the Simple theme can be stripped of most of its clutter.

Blogger/Flickr test

Bonnabel Wood

What Just Happened ?

This interview is from March 2009 but is still the best account of What Just Happened that I know and an intellectual delight:

NJ garden birds and other critters

Last May I photographed a bunch of garden birds and a few critters from a single open window in a New Jersey suburb. It was for a daughter's school science project, which is code for "father's science project competition." I became a little obsessed with capturing the sheer featheriness of birds without losing detail by boosting contrast for visual drama. Available light only.

Here's a belated gallery.

The cardinal shown is the state bird of New Jersey. What Americans call a robin is nothing like the real thing, but the American grey squirrel is the same that colonized England and is still hyperpowerful. It would make an apter national critter than the bald eagle - it's acrobatic, persistent, can take a big fall, is ruthless to rivals and some of them still have nuts.

'After careful consideration I have decided not to give money to your group'

The college education bubble

It's a joy for it's own sake to to rehearse Jacques' "seven ages of man" speech from As You Like It, but do you notice an "age" which is missing?

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

The age "missing" to a modern reader is the college years in which most literate and many illiterate young men and women loiter sheltered from adulthood; those years when Shakespeare migrated from Stratford to London, learnt to act, absorbed history useful to his craft such as Plutarch and Holinshed, was earning a living to support his baby and his elder wife, evolved his sensational soul .... those years are often spent in the second hand life of an immature full-time student with little life experience to bring to his study. The damage to a young man of deferred adulthood may never be repaired. Hom. sap. has evolved to assume life's risks and burdens in the years 12-25. Absent those trials, a young man may never grow up. He may become a community organizer or corporate drone or charity worker or Ed Miliband or ... It's a little different for girls, but I'll not dilute the theme by dealing with that here.

Apart from the spiritual atrophy of deferred adulthood, that lifestyle is increasingly bad business as laid out in this article in Forbes magazine:

The overwhelming cultural consensus of the post-WWII generation was that if you are middle-class, then you simply must own your own home and your children must go to college. Out of that cultural consensus emerged a complex system of tax breaks and special lending deals designed to make sure that the number of Americans who bought houses and bachelor's degrees was as high as possible--or maybe more so.

Many people now understand that this system of tax-and-lend has created a multigenerational housing bubble. But only a few have noticed that a very similar tax-and-lend system has also created a multi-generational higher education bubble.

Bubbles arise in nature when some sort of film, bolstered by surface tension, contains a pocket of air under greater pressure than the general atmosphere. Bubbles arise in markets when some factor external to the market (usually tax engineering or a regulatory mandate) creates a pocket of concentrated capital in which asset prices rise well above levels that can be justified by the assets' underlying value.

So, the recipe for an asset bubble is one part social engineering, one part easy money.

Just for the frisson here are images of a recent student protest against an increase in fees. I suppose that this is displacement activity of young men thwarted in their drive to grow up, retards:

The London Chess Classic

I went to the last day of the London Chess Classic on Wednesday...... 4 English players +

Magnus Carlsen (20yo Norwegian prodigy, world nr 1 by Elo rating),

Vishy Anand (current world champion),

Vladimir Kramnik (previous world champion, beat Kasparov for title, world nr 4 by Elo rating),

Hikaru Nakamura (American, former world blitz champion).

These men are like demi-gods to a patzer like me. Entering the antechamber I almost bumped into Kramnik and then stood close to Anand, the world champion, as he gave an interview having drawn with Kramnik. I was slackjawed as I clicked away.


Carlsen won despite a poor start. Garry Kasparov was there, the strongest player of all time (tho Fischer was sui generis).


But best of all Kasparov signed his book on Fischer for me with a dedication to 2 of