Now in South Africa we pride ourselves on being unabashed carnivores, but i have never seen lamb put over the coals on a spit like this. From the results, i would highly recommend it. The lamb is from Jason’s farm.
And more likely than not i will be trying a very long time.I think Mr. Brown and possibly the entire cabinet has their hands full, not to mention the speaker… after the major expenses scandal that has claimed at least one minister thus far, and turned the public opinion against parliament, not to mention the devastation of trust in the ultimate authority of the United Kingdom. Do you suppose that the vehemence of the unveiling and call to accountability from the public is an outlet for the many, many , many bankers whose actions are responsible for the “credit crunch” and got off scot free, and in some cases are still looking forward to big bonuses for failed, no disastrous policies? If my understanding is correct, then the banks in England are Nationalized, which means that the suffering public are in fact paying bonuses to the very people responsible for a lot of them being jobless, and in some cases homeless….
oh well , back to the beautiful countryside…
Interestingly enough, snoopy was one of the daily cartoons i used to look forward to in the newspaper of my father or grandfather. In the context of a small english country town, it reminded me of all the english soldiers still in Iraq. What percentage of the Army needs to be in Iraq before England becomes a nation “at war”?
Also a place to get fresh Cod, straight out of the sea and literally off the boat. The fisherman we bought the Cod from has been Fishing for 28 years. Surprisingly his father was a plumber, he had taken up fishing after school with his mates, and naturally his passion became his livelihood. one of th lucky ones!
Cloud, sky sea and beach…
Not exactly white sand, but quite lovely to snooze on…
It has an Area51 , Rosswell sound to it no? if you go close enough, you can toast bread , microwave cold coffee etc!:)
The day after the wedding we took the opportunity to go for a walk around the grounds of Great Glemham House.
This image i call the story bench for 2 reasons, firstly this is where i picture children sitting around their grandmother while she reads to them and secondly, itself is wrapped in the magical light that one finds in stories .
Have you ever considered what it must be like to see in the spectrums of bees or butterflies? To think that the entirety of the beautiful rich red, the texture of the petals, the shape of the stalk, the patterning of the display, and the time of its blooming was all contained in the seed, brings to mind “reality programming ” to the infinite order. This is Creation.
Again, this “Brand” of “programming” has no limitations with regards to the amount of intricacy incorporated into the available “space”… it is an interface of complexity upon complexity, a subtle coordination of moment and “stuff”.
That we were arriving was a given, when we arriving was to a large extent decided by the wedding of Nel and Sam, which meant that we arrived in the UK, and the English country side in Spring!
The morning of the wedding had finally arrived, like every other day though, the ritual coffee precedes any serious cognitive activities requiring higher mental faculties, like conversation for example!
Algy finishing the last few lyrics of the wedding song he will be performing in the evening, this happened after coffee.
We had arrived at the church on time, which was to say about half an hour early.
The service was well timed, not being to long or short, that is to say long enough to get all the essentials done plus a flourish of beautiful musical performances and poetry readings, and short enough so that all the children would get close to the end of the time that they could actually sit quietly just as the proceedings were done.
Nel and Sam leaving the church in a rather interesting Land Rover.
On to the reception!
Algy’s song, performed with gusto, and getting everyone to join in!
did i mention that the reception took place on the farm of Nel’s parents?
and the conversation around the fire .
All in all , a beautiful day was had, with many new and wonderful people met, and remembered. Thank you for the invitation :)!!
I have an obligation to take care of…
This is for everybody in Cape Town on the 9th May 2009. Weeam is performing, and she’s not alone…. !! So if you are in the Mother City, go!!! , not only will you be supporting her, but you’ll be attending an event that will go down in history!!!
Otherwise… a day of portraits , people and political protests about rightly sums up this particular day, if not necessarily in the correct order, which happened to be last week and Wednesday. Right now I am nestled in the incredibly beautiful English countryside in Suffolk, sitting in the bay windows of a beautiful old family house in Snape, but more about that when I get to it, which to my calculations could be next week sometime.
The day started off with good friends and a cup of coffee around the corner from Newington green, at a very interesting venue that I would like to revisit. The building is occupied b a variety of artists, with a coffee shop venue beneath, perfect!
which is what we did next, to Liverpool Str. Station . I only realised when I had a look at this photo again that the Driver of this particular bus had a beard bested only by Santa Claus , and that yes, he was Muslim. This made me think about the complex realities underlying the “us & them “ rhetoric of the stereotype constructing machinery, especially in countries where the lines between “us & them” blur, as it does in the United Kingdom.
I had a preconception that people in big bustling cities are not necessarily friendly, and I am glad that at least in this instance I proved myself wrong. We ended up sitting opposite each other, I motioned to him if it was okay to take a picture, and he motioned back, so I did.
At this stage I am sure there are more than a few South Africans recollecting stories, or remembering good food joints close to this tube station or that train station.
Did you know that (like the chappies bubblegum wrapper starts) , work for the London Underground started in 1863??? It is quite a daunting thought is it not, being 4 stories under the surface, and then having buildings going up another ten at the same time?
How much time, how many hours, or what percent of our time in a day do we have to spend in one or another of the tube stations before we are classified subterranean?
2 minutes walk from Tottenham Court Rd tube station, just after Jessop’s (the camera/photography people) we encountered our first evidence of the “credit crunch” in the form of this business whose windows were covered with news paper from the inside. I wonder if the person who did this saw the article on the paper stuck to the front door? the title of the article reads “Britain cannot afford to throw money at crisis”
One of the buildings we passed was the Arab Press Center , most of the building is covered in mirrors, which makes for interesting images.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city on a spring afternoon one can find a beautiful place to rest against a tree.
“Stop rape, mass murder and occupation” is what the entire banner reads. a group of people had gathered on the stairs of St. Martin’s Church at Trafalgar Square to show support for the people of Haiti and Sri Lanka.
some of the people gathered there had been protesting for a long time…
Riga’s been in the UK for 36years, that’s 3 years longer than I have thus far lived. A kindly enough woman who got into trouble with one of the Sri Lankan protesters because she had a small board pointing out the fact that the Sri Lankan Government are Buddhists.
eventually we managed to reach the National portrait Gallery. Then we relaxed for a little on Trafalgar Square with the ever watchful Nelson, that sign of the Great British Empire standing vigil.
All Praise and All Gratitude is due to the ever Immanent Source of Momentary existence. Thanks is due to everybody who helped, everybody who attended, and everybody who purchased work!!! A special thanks to Miriam and Lebo from Cape Africa Platform !!!
a lot of energy went into putting the exhibition and it seems almost a pity that all the work had to come down after 4 days, though this is the way it meant to be, so I am satisfied, no, happy that now I can look forward to boarding
Then there are the gentlemen without whom there would only be pictures on the floor of the space!! Ameen Habib, Mustapha and Abdul Lateef!!
And then finally things started taking shape .
This time around i wanted to make sure that everyone could take something away with them as it were , so i designed some posters with this blog address on them , might as well get some promotion no?
Now I can look forward to boarding an Airplane with my wife on Sunday destined for the shores of the United Kingdom!
I want to start this post with a quote i got off a friends site…
“whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!” – Goethe.
Thank you for that Ayyub!! To say that the last few days have been eventful would be an understatement of note! To be nakedly honest there were at least 3 occasions where my wife managed to convince me that i should not just throw up my hands and call it quits . Thank you peanut !!!
If my maths is (or is that are?) correct , then we are now on day (at least ) 9 since the “lets have a photo exhibition” idea became a “reality” . no money to speak of, no money to speak of , did i mention that i did not have a cent in my pocket?
I am a very grateful man … and i would like o thank everyone for their support and good energy. I need to thank The Burgess brothers from fine art framers in dorp street cape town, they came in at the moment just after the last one, and decided to help out with the framing and block mounting of more than half of the images. To Henry Ludsky of Cape Africa Media, who printed my work at personal cost to himself , to Cyril ,who stayed late laying out my prints , To Mirjam and Lebo from the Cape Africa Platform for conspiring with Providence to provide a space for this exhibition, and of course my Incredible Wife, for changin my mind when she needed to, for oushing through exhaustion to help and support . Alghamdulillah wa Shukrillah!
Now the photo above …. you remember the days of film? 8 out of 10 times my best shot would be my first one, and ten out of ten times it would resemble the one above! the beginning of the light sensitive chemicals on the negative…. its a habit i could not shake, grew to love, from the days where every frame counts. i would like to do a book one day and call it “firsts” . so anyone out there interested , get your people to speak to my people. Why the photo above ?
The edge of consciousness in a way is what it represents in my mind, the beginning of recognition, the start of the act of realising… pick one that feels good to you.