I was reading an interesting Guardian interview with the veteran photographer Ferdinando Scianna - you can find it here - and he offered up this thought about what photography should be considered as being art.
is it art? no. not yet.
a warm morning
The UK is currently parched. Many readers in properly hot regions may be harrumphing (or whatever other unimpressed and dismissive noises they wish to make) as we are experiencing a heatwave here getting in to the mid 30's (that's centigrade, other temperature measuring scales are available) and exclaiming 'That's nothing, we have (insert insanely hot... Continue Reading →
mistywebdrops
Hope you like the titling technique... If you can't think of a good title, just take a few relevant words and smash them together (hat tip to 'Richard Osman's House of Games' Answer Smash round). Anyway, I chose to take my camera with me on one of my daily dog walks, although with low and... Continue Reading →
in praise of hawthorn
I like a gnarly old Hawthorn tree. They're a stoic kind of tree, not fussy about position and soil quality at all, seeming to just get on with doing their thing wherever they find themselves growing. Most don't end up being trees at all, just a constantly trimmed piece of a mixed hedgerow environment, so... Continue Reading →
cloudless, nearly.
What a great week for the weather, not a cloud in the sky! Well, OK, perhaps just a little one.
warbstow bury clouds
I know I have taken, and posted, a lot of photographs of this place, but that is because I am normally there at least three or four times a week. The bank to the left is the inner wall of the Iron Age fort remains, the deep gulley surrounding it being created by the moving... Continue Reading →
life and death
Birch tree starting to come into leaf on a bright, early-spring day, Warbstow churchyard.
title here
Just sitting here and thinking of some relevant wording to add to my pictures for this post. Don't mind me. Tell you what, I'll post the pictures for you to look at now, while I carry on and think of the angle I'm going to take for the text. As usual, you can click on... Continue Reading →
Not dead yet
I know. You have been wondering haven't you? It has been said --by me on my 'About Bear' page as it happens-- that "I do enjoy the creative outlet of my photography–it’s just more often in sporadic bursts of relative enthusiasm rather than a continuous drive."But five months, without even feeling like I want to... Continue Reading →
A bit of early abstract and abandoned
Having been looking through my orchard pictures from a few years ago, I found a couple of my earlier compositions. These appeared to focus on an old mobile unit left in one of the larger orchards, perhaps originally intended as a store or shed for use by the growers and pickers. Now, it was gradually... Continue Reading →
Orchards in Devon
One of the few things I miss about where I used to live in Devon, is enjoying the orchards of thousands of cider apple trees that virtually encircled the village. The most spectacular experiences of walking the dog and watching wildlife around the acres of regimented trees, particularly at blossom time, is a hard thing... Continue Reading →
Hawthorn Blossom Time
Always lovely to see the Hawthorn trees coming out in their spectacular blossoming, after a winter of them just showing off their--equally photogenic--twisting and gnarled, skeletal and austere-looking structure during their days of basic survival. This is what they hang on for, with their skewed and precarious looking positions, out in the windiest and harshest... Continue Reading →
Bear Humphreys Photo 