Showing posts with label Whitby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whitby. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 June 2009

Shadow Shot Sunday

The sun has gone! The clouds are here. This seems to happen so rarely-I always manage to get shadow shots so I almost take it for granted. I don't mind the clouds and rain but have had to look elsewhere for shadows. Find more shadows here at HeyHarriet. These are some of my clay tools. Like everything else I can't just make do with one or two but seem to need loads. I used some of them this week on a new doll and had just washed them. I really like the metal ones with the ball shape on top-satisfyingly weighty and shiny!

This is mine and Andy's shadows at night in Whitby, overlooking the sheep field. I don't think you can see how huge the shadows were. The little white blob in the picture is a sheep so that shows the scale a little! Shadows of beautiful Whitby jet necklaces in the museum.

The last four photos are from an exhibition at the Hayward Gallery on the Southbank a couple of years ago. It was called 'Blind Light' and was lots of Antony Gormley people placed around the local area-mainly on roof tops but also on the street. It was a fun exhibition-I loved spotting the more distant people. I think I may be wrong about the name-I seem to remember 'Event Horizon' also. The blind light bit refers to a perspex room filled with fog and light. I queued for 20 minutes to get in, watching people as they felt their way around the outside wall.(You could not see them beyond that) When it was my turn I got in there-panicked and came straight out again! I couldn't breathe-it was like a giant nightmare steam room. Blind Panic was my name for it!




Friday, 5 June 2009

Sheep

Kat of Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes gave me an award recently. It is the Ewe Rock award. I appreciate that Kat-thanks! I would like to pass it on to anyone who takes the time to look at my blog and double to anyone who leaves a comment. You make me happy and thoughtful at the same time with your kindness and insights! So you all rock!
I liked this award too as it got me thinking about sheep. I like sheep. There is something mysterious about them despite their familiarity. I love the way they move on their thin, twig like legs with their solid, comfy looking bodies. I used to think they were a little silly but have changed my mind over the years. My driving instructor used to say "Don't be a sheep" when I was in danger of following the person in front in either speed or wrong doing. I suppose sheep do do that-follow I mean. Last year in Scotland we saw sheep herding using dogs and quad bikes-it was great!
Below is a sheep from the Yorkshire Sculpture Park-a great place to visit. I went there with my sister and my friend a couple of years ago. Below said sheep is a picture of the toilet in a great cafe we visited in Whitby. I love it when businesses take time to make their toilets interesting and fun! These two photos are my version of 'Ewe Rock'.
Jane (my sister) made a great pottery sheep when she was at school. It has a fantastic texture and captured their shape perfectly. I just happen to have a photo so here it is! All that remains from my family's art is something from my Dad!
The second sheep is a present from me as I thought it went with Jane's quite well.
Sheep are great for many reasons, not least the wool they produce. This is a picture from the Whitby Museum, a very interesting place. Have a look at the Museum's Jet collection here.

This is wool dyed with natural dyes-isn't it beautiful?

Years ago I worked in a post office. I got to know the regular customers quite well in some cases. One lady used to wear a selection of sheep brooches. My curiosity overcame me in the end and I asked her about her brooches. They were mainly presents and they had been given to her because she was a weaver. She was a Swedish weaver in fact. I really liked her and was invited to a wine and weaving evening at her house once. I didn't really get to know her very well but I am glad I met her.
Have you ever seen Henry Moore's drawings of sheep? He got sheep perfectly! Mum has this book but I might have to buy it too.


This is a little lamb outside Gary's house in Whitby.
One last sheep thing-sheep will go, or have gone, down in history due to Dolly.

Friday, 17 April 2009

To The Mallyan


The Mallyan is a waterfall. It is near Goathland-where they film Heartbeat! It is a good walk-quite short but just enough to give you an appetite for a lovely pint at the Birch Hall Inn at Beckhole-conveniently sited half way along the walk. The sign on the pub is an oil painting-protected under concave glass. This is me at the waterfall. The only rain we had all weekend was when we arrived at the pub. We didn't mind! The pub has two bars-one is very tiny and the other one is small. It has a tiny shop that sells sweets and crisps. This is Gary and Clare-our lovely hosts and guides.
It was busy at Beckhole!

We went to many pubs-this one (The Lion Inn) is on the moors, and has very thick walls, making it cosy and toasty whatever the weather outside.

Clare looking ghost like in her furry white jacket.

Andy, Gary, Andy and Chris the poet in a pub-not sure which one!

More holiday tales tomorrow!

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Whitby-Oysters and Mussels

We spent a lovely long weekend in Whitby with Clare and Gary. The food was great! We ate lots of fish and seafood, including these oysters. Not me I hasten to add-Andy is the one who likes oysters-I had mussels though, which I love! Mmmm. The Walrus And The Carpenter
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright --
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done --
'It's very rude of him.' she said,
'To come and spoil the fun!
'The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead --
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:'
If this were only cleared away,
'They said, 'it would be grand.

''If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
'That they could get it clear?
''l doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

'O Oysters, come and walk with us!
The Walrus did beseech.
'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.

'The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head --
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

Out four young Oysters hurried up.
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat --
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more --
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.

''But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
'Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!
''No hurry!' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
'Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed --
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.

''But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
'After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!
''The night is fine,' the Walrus said,
'Do you admire the view?

''It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
'The Carpenter said nothing but
'Cut us another slice-
I wish you were not quite so deaf-
I've had to ask you twice!''

It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
'To play them such a trick.
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
'The Carpenter said nothing but
'The butter's spread too thick!

''I weep for you,'the Walrus said:
'I deeply sympathize.
'With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
'You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none --
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

These are mussels at Sand's End near Whitby. Apparently, Whitby inspired Lewis Carroll to write this tragically hilarious tale.