In 2017 on a trip to #hakuba I bought a bunch of cheap disposable cameras, took a heap of photos and then put them in a drawer. Early this year I found them and finished the rolls taking photos of motorbike adventures. After waiting 2 months for them to get developed I finally got them back today. These are some of the treasures hidden amongst a hundred awesome, garbage photos. #film#disposablecamera#japan#dalby
Look how this mosque looms, the minaret standing like a giant, pure and unafflicted, over this yard of debris. This is one of my personal favourite photos I took in Morocco, mostly because of the atmosphere; the contrast between the pristine architecture of the mosque, the decay of old buildings torn to pieces on the dusty earth, the plane soaring overhead. The grey sky without blemish. I'm assuming that's what the debris was from (I took a walk through this yard once, trying to figure it out, that was my professional archaeological conclusion). This yard was next door to the building we lived in; by day it was filled with the echoed sounds of cars and the daily adhans, pouring from the mosques like rivers and flowing through the streets in reverberated torrents, but by night there was a sonic transformation into... something else, something foreign. A soundscape of animal cries and emanations from nocturnal insects. Relentlessly, echoing through the rubble yard and breaching the hollow buildings of Berrechid, wispy cries from dogs in packs, howling in syncopation. Screams, frightening and uninvited, from what I assume were donkeys being bitten by whatever predators assailed them in the dark. The buzzing of flies. What I remember most was the dogs - the ceaseless howls from somewhere far away, beyond the rubble yard, beyond the mosque. I would listen from the roof every night and get a strange feeling. I slept on the roof sometimes, when the days were too hot, and was brought to sleep by the sound of howling dogs. If they were far enough away, masked enough in distance and echo, you could convince yourself the sound was anything, whatever creature of the imagination you wanted.
Day 26 | #marchmeetthemaker | Self care | I think this comes in many different ways for me. As a whole for the year I’m trying to be gentler to myself. If I’m struggling to get work done because I’m tired or distracted, it’s not going to help if I turn down a nice long walk or dinner date with friends, it will just make me feel worse. I try and use these things as motivators, adventures with my family by the coast and trips away help. Like in this photo; I went to Lanzarote with my twin last year to rest and recuperate and it also inspired me and provided me stories for my work. Long hikes with the dog, always provide inspiration for my work, even literally materials like my pebbles. Some of which I collected in Devon on holiday the past summer which I later regretted after carrying 30 up a hill back to the tent, my poor legs.Anyway, I guess for me it’s more checking in with myself. . . . #selfcare#heytheremaker#holiday#pose#colour#photography#illustrator#illustratorsoninstagram#photograph#disposablecamera#holidaysnaps#family#adventure#bekindtoyourself