I’ve spent quite some time this evening leaving answers to comments left over the last couple of weeks or so. I’m sorry not to have kept up with the comments lately.
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Photography Revisited
Waves at Freshwater Bay, Isle of WightAt the moment there are severe gale warnings posted for northern Britain. Last night the Isle of Wight and the south coast got a beating with much flooding. These waves bursting up over the sea defences at Freshwater Bay had a small group of photographers trying their luck to catch a big one without getting soaked. Fortunately I remained dry.
Just up the road is the Dimbola Lodge, former home of Julia Margaret Cameron and now a museum exhibiting her work and telling her history. I’ve long admired Cameron’s photographs and was glad of the opportunity to visit the westerly edge of this windswept island and take a look around. As a present to myself I bought two prints.
One is a striking image of a woman titled “Proserpine” and I think refers to Proserpina whose name comes from proserpere meaning “to emerge.” (Wikipedia) The woman was a professional model unlike most of Camerions subjects who tended to be relatives, friends or servants. The other print is of Sir John Herschel. Herschel played a part in the history of photography including coining the word photography as well as discovering how to ‘fix’ photographs. He was also a photographic mentor to Julia Margaret Cameron.
I’ll keep those two prints, treasures, tucked away to remind me of the day I turned sixty and of my long interest in photography.
Way Markers
The rain slants across the open field. My windward pocket is filling up with water, I shift my guide book to leeward. Five solid hours on my feet and still a long way from home base. The question has to be asked, Why am I doing this? There is no good answer. Just keep on walking, one heavy booted burning footed step after the other.
I know it is a sign of tiredness when I know better than the guide book, or perhaps I’m just past being able to following the instructions in sequence.
At a particularly large crop field, walk across to the lone tree in the middle and keep on the same line to a stile at the far side. Now turn left, with the hedge on your right, and aim for the bottom right-hand field corner, round the stile and into trees.
I’m on Walk 6: Shanklin to Brading via Culver Cliff and Bembridge 12 miles (at least!) A Walker’s Guide to the Isle of Wight.
They say that people with Alzheimer’s go on for a remarkably long time without diagnosis. Living on familiar territory, having a daily routine, working around difficulties a sufferer can pass for years. It’s when they go on holiday, visit relatives, move house, change their familiar routine that the cracks start to show. I’m not suffering from Alzheimer’s however being away from my ordered life in the monastery certainly shows up my mental quirks. Which can be disturbing.
I found out I have a mild case of dyslexia in 2000 while on a basic computing course. I was ecstatically happy! My, often difficult, life of learning and functioning up to that point was explained. A sangha friend took me aside at that time and told me I’d better be less up-beat because err…dyslexia is a PROBLEM. In other words something to be ashamed of, I supposed.
Having difficulty with sequencing is a well known symptom of dyslexia, as is having a really poor short term memory. Now, getting to grips with changes to this web site and having to learn the new language that drives the whole thing, is a real test. Why am I doing this becomes a real question in the face of difficulties and frustrations. There’s no real answer. Some would say it seems like a ‘good’ thing to do, to me it is a very difficult thing to do and feels bad. I’d rather avoid it and that’s precisely why I’m having a go. Firstly I have to get my hands dirty with understanding HTML, sequencing hell.
Thank goodness training points to a deeper place than feelings and uses trials and tribulations as way markers. Places to pause, take stock and move on. Hallilula!
Mini Golf Shanklin, I.O.W
Walking and Talking
To-day I was walking on the narrow light green strip marked South Downs. Wonderful!
On Stane Street crossing the South Downs going south.
Stane Street, sometimes called Stone Street (Stane is simply an old spelling of “stone” which was commonly used to differentiate paved Roman roads from muddy native trackways), is the modern name given to an important Roman road in England that linked London to the Roman town of Noviomagus Reginorum or Regnentium renamed Chichester by the conquering Saxons.
Detail of knapped 
There has been much walking and talking these past couple of days which has been both inspiring and instructive. For example my appreciation of brick walls and their construction has expanded well past anything I’d have imagined possible. Walls were walls, bricks were bricks now I see the art, the creative use of materials involved in the building of structures. Barns, walls, churches and dwellings are a sight to behold in this area of England. And now appreciated bricks all the more for knowing what I’m looking at….
Steve MacLean, Canada’s chief astronaut, who defended Icefields by Thomas Wharton on Canada Reads last week said something rather interesting about perception. What you see is (very often) a function of what you know.
Listen to Steve MacLean talking about Thomas Wharton’s Icefields and Tom talking about what glaciers taught him about time and change.
Here we are again back on the subject of time and knowing.