Moving out, moving in.

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It has been hectic to say the least, but, finally we have moved and are settling in to our new house. I have been so busy my camera has hardly seen the light of day, however last night I got clicking. My new house will be my new photographic project. I have been snapping film for later, but for now I can provide an image from my living room as a teaser.

Dongled

And we have a dongle .. hehee. All moved in, lots of work to do just got to get Christmas out of the way xx Merry Merry all xx

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harlan erskine * photography/blog: Thinking about the future of the Photobook.

harlan erskine * photography/blog: Thinking about the future of the Photobook.

Forever hanging boots

These boots have been hanging here for ever, I have been meaning to photograph them for at least a year now. I wonder if they will be there this time next year ?

Memory 1995

I am currently in the process of moving house so no pictures today. This is one of my memories, I think I can date it to around 1995. 

Did I or didn’t I see the boy? He was vivid in my sight and is still vivid in my memories. I knew, that at the time I was coming down gently off a fine cocktail of alcohol and class A’s, but there was more to it than that. I knew also that this was the first time back to Cornwall in at least a year, and that I had been on a wild adventure. I leaned my head to the left and then to the right pondering my age, eventually, after some consideration, I pin- pointed it to the time following my first return trip home from India, I had been 19. Frail in body and open in mind the apparition of the boy came to me. He was a young miner, he sat at the entrance to the mine, he was clothed in rags black with coal dust, but transparent, in his hand he held a pasty. He smiled and waved to me almost beckoning me to go by him. I saw him; I smiled and acknowledged him but did not go near. I asked my friend about the boy who was sitting at the entrance of the shaft, but on turning he was gone. 

A Photographic Portfolio by Samantha Morris

A Photographic Portfolio by Samantha Morris

This was my first attempt at creating an online book, it was part of my HND final year project. I hope to make another one in the future. Maybe it is a little random, but this goes to prove that my work is advancing and that I am constantly thinking about how to make it more coherent, whilst preserving my individuality. Sometimes I feel like something is being taken away by the educational system, but then I realise how much learning gets done as time goes by. It is difficult sometimes to realise just how much is being gained. So far I have not blogged any new work, I am still in the searching faze, slowly and surely the randomness is fading. It won't be long.

Kid Art

My university took us on a field trip recently to Bratislava. We were there for the month of photography so we were mostly looking at images in gallery spaces, I didn't take many pictures but I thought I'd like to share the kids art that I found.

Rapped up car

Since starting this blog I have adopted the idea of taking my camera everywhere on a daily basis, so that I have it handy when I come across things. I prefer to use a Baronica (medium format film) for personal project work, so I have been leaving the digi at home gathering dust. Today I found this car by the side of the road all rapped up. So I am glad I had the digital camera with me, other wise this image may never have seen the light of day. This is sooo much fun.

Nazare, Portugal

I am very fond of this image. It was taken on the west coast of Portugal at a place called Nazare. It took us the best part of a day to get there. It was the middle of summer, which meant it was extra-ordinarily hot. But on this particular day the mist came in and the heavens opened, and we were drowned in monsoon rain.          

Remembering my childhood.

I am still hunting through my hard drive at the moment for things to blog, It is a refreshing experience. These two images were part of my HND Final Major Project last year, I shot them as part of a bigger series on a throwaway camera, the type that you have on tables for weddings and Christmas parties. I used this photographic medium to portray a sense of memory from the village where I grew up.

I have been thinking about why photographers take pictures, what do they hope to achieve other than to sell images and earn a living? The course of this year is all about this concept, so I have been thinking about Freud and Jung and life itself. Last night I requested that I dream, I wanted to reach the inner resources of my mind and look for the archetypes inherited to my being. I am not a dreamer so I did not expect anything at all but sleep. My body paralysed, my mouth was numb and there were black figures in the room looking down at me. I was not scared, this is not the first time it has happened, I looked it up on the web quickly, it is called dream paralysis, my favourite explanation for it is that

"your spirit decides to take a trip--can be anywhere, even visiting heaven--our True Home.... Any way, you woke up before your spirit was finished going back into your body." (pretty _ yahoo answers.com)

It is a common experience for many people and there is much research out there about it. But it was strange that I had asked to experience my dreams before I went to sleep, and it is also stranger that it all happened whilst I thought and believed that I was awake.

Egypt 2004

When I was younger I travelled to so many places (without a camera) that I was shocked at myself. This trip was the first time Id been away since my daughter was born, it was only 10 days but what a long time it was. I cried when I found out the flight was a day later than I thought.

Typical Expats (Portugal 2007)

Hum !!!

Peace in a field

I found some old pictures to start my blogging days off, I am always amused by looking at old pictures I have taken, at the time they mostly seem uninspiring, irrelevant. But later on, after the memory has faded they seem so much more something. A memory, a past event, but usually general they somehow stand out as a much better photograph than the one I dismissed as nothing special all those years ago.

My daughter with twins.

The little thing in the middle is my daughter, she is now a big six, so grown up, ah baby days.

Perranporth Beach Cornwall.

Summer 2005, a beautiful day and the start of my quest to become a professional photographer. I have been thinking about blogging for quite some time and realise it is I must as far as a professional career goes. Its a start at least. My next plan is to create a website to link with this page, and hopefully soon, I will have built up an exciting and interesting place to show the world my work.

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