Mad Dr FanDangos Dance Studio A

And thats the reason there is a lost generation of dancers in this town folks, as many of the bright young things, with dreams and stars in there eyes, who entered through the doors of Mad Dr Fandangos Dance studio  . . . . Were never seen again!

Studio a ©LeeThornberry 2008

Although there is a sad shambling figure who frequents the park benches and hangs with the street drinkers, who occasionally  breaks out in to spasms of modern tap, before running screaming in to the shadows, amongst her screams you can just make out the words . . It was the Fandango  . . It was the Fandango!

They have now turned the place into some sort of wine bar. Which could possibly be deemed as worse 😀

Oilseed, SteamPunkery and interesting Clouds

Noticed that the fields of oilseed were all gittin nice and bright yellow, so I thought to myself, what would compliment a field of bright yellow flowers? I know I thought, My mate Mustang Sals bright red hair!  So I said to Sal, “Hey Sal, can I borrow yer  hair?” And bless she said I could, but only if she came along to make sure it was ok. I had no problem with that cos she loves to dress up and makes a perfect “frontdrop” to a field of flowers.

Well now this here April has been livin up to its habit of lots of unpredictable showers. One minute its sunshine and t-shirts and then in the blink of an eye its tryin to wash you down the street, or rattle your brains with hail. The one upside is some quite spectacular cloudage all over the place, and the morning we went out looking for a location to have us a little photo shoot that nice man in charge of interesting clouds didn’t let us down. Sal had donned a sort of Gypsy Steampunk get up which was pretty funky,  and we had sun (intermittently),  we had interesting clouds, we had red hair and we had fields of bright yellow oilseed. GET IN 🙂

We found an excellent location, a track crossroads surrounded by flowering fields on the brow of a hill. I found a ditch, ( regular readers of my blog will know that I have a tendency to fall over/into/under/on top of things) and when I had recovered,  realised that it was an excellent vantage for some low angle fun photomatography stuff. And so off we jolly well went. The light kept constantly changing so I was using lots of fill flash to try and keep up. It was loadsa fun and full of sillyness, and we had a great time. Sal isn’t a model, but she’s up for a larf!  Some of the best shots were when I got her to yell obscenities at the top of her voice, good job twas in the middle of nowhere, may have offended a passing duck, but HeyHo there you Go 😀

Here’s a few of first the to be processed. Got loads and loads more to be gettin on with, lots of experimenting to do, Thinkin Mono, thinkin textures, thinkin funkyness!  Still it keeps me off of the streets!

©LeeThornberry 2012
©LeeThornberry 2012
©LeeThornberry 2012
©LeeThornberry 2012
©LeeThornberry 2012
©LeeThornberry 2012

Looking up from the Gutter to the Stars.

Now as I have mentioned I fall over quite a lot. Me and gravity have issues, steps, logs, slippery things, Non slippery things, safety flooring, grass, twigs, cats, dogs and fresh air, all seem to become frictionless when I am in the vicinity, resulting with me spending a fair amount of time on the deck. I have become quite adept at landing without causing too much damage, all them there funny fighting classes that I took many years ago taught me how to land without hurting myself when thrown, and the knowledge seems to have stuck. I can’t remember none of them thar quadratic equations or calculus things, but I sure do know how to break a fall.

Now spending all that time down on the floor has its advantages, If no one is looking and you are out in the boonies you can, if the floor is comfy enough take an impromptu nap, and I am a big fan of naps. I take several naps a day. In fact I’m so good at taking naps sometimes people don’t even know that I am napping and continue to drone on at me oblivious to the fact that I’m on a different planet. I have excellent drool control and have overcome the “chasing rabbits twitchy sleep running” that used to be a bit of a giveaway.

Another advantage of spending so much time on the floor is you get to see things that you would normally miss whilst striding cluelessly about up there in the “normalsphere.” You get to see things from a different perspective, trees and buildings “Loom.” Dirt and leaf litter take on an otherworldly atmosphere, and as for the humble toadstool, you’ve gotta be down in the shite to properly appreciate their true wonder.

Take for example the image “Golden Glow” below. There I was have a good old blunder around the woods oblivious to the hidden wonders in the undergrowth, when all of a sudden, “Gravity Vortex!” Mid air flying sensation, BreakFall, Thud! And there I was staring up at a tree stump crowned with a hoard of Sulphur Tuft toadstools. The thing is from my low angle they were right between me and the low afternoon sun, and they glowed. Wouldn’t have seen such a gorgeous sight from anywhere but my landing site.

Golden Glow ©LeeThornberry 2010

The next image is of the same Sulphur tufts from a slightly different angle, not quite so glowy.

Sulphur Tufts

And the next image is of how you would normally see sulphur Tufts, Not glowy at all.

Sulphur Tufts

So my advice for finding alternative points of view for some photography on those days when nothing grabs you, is learn to breakfall and fling yerselves about a bit. It works for me 🙂

Remember Children’s parties and funeral warm up’s a speciality!

Shingle Street to East Lane

Quickie post from t’other days blunderings. The Row of Martello towers from Shingle Street in the north to East Lane Bawdsey in the south. The little structure in front of the furthest martello, East Lane, is the Gunnery Observation tower from the last post.

Killer Views, Ride on Mowers and unexpected Skips

Got around to a bit of processing after busyness and some sillyness and some crunchyness. Took a trip back out to Bawdsey as there is so much to poke around in out there. I had another good nose about East Lane with all its coastal defences both modern and old. Then a trundle around Bawdsey church and met an interesting character and learnt some of that there local history stuff. And then mosied on up to that thar Shingle street for a different perspective on the Martello towers of the area. All in all an excellent day and lots for Mr Nikon to be gettin on with.

I love the old WWII Gunnery observation tower situated in east Lane. It looks really grumpy, it wanted to be a Martello tower, but they ran out of curves. The top image shows the different generations of defences built up in the area over the years. In front and slightly south of it (there is actually a road running between them) can be seen a cylindrical WWI pillbox, and then to the north in the distance can be seen three Napoleonic Martello towers up as far as Shingle Street.

Generations of Defence ©LeeThornberry 2012

The next image is taken from inside the concrete encasement of the actual gun battery. That there wet sea stuff is behind me.

View from the Battery ©LeeThornberry 2012

You can still gain access to the interior of the tower, it has three floors, the external steps take you to the first floor where I took the north and south images. The ground floor is partially flooded so I gave it a miss. Couldn’t be Arsed, fair weather photographer me 🙂  To the North across the man made meres can be seen the line of Martello towers

View North ©LeeThornberry 2012

And to the South can be seen Bawdsey Martello, which has been done up all nice and cosy and is inhabited.

View south ©LeeThornberry 2012

The first thing that you notice when entering the tower is the poem on stenciled on to the far wall. After a bit of that Goggling malarky on the inteweb thingy I found out that it was part of an installation art project by artist Bettina Furnee details of which can be found Here, Prisoner of War . Its worth visiting as the text that she used, sadly no longer there, was based on the spoken memories of locals who lived in the area during the war. Some of them made me laugh out aloud.

Identification

At the end of the war the area was used as a prisoner of war camp and I its main job done the tower became part of that.

Prisoner of war
Prisoner of war reflected

I would have had these images up and running sooner, but I had a funny old day yesterday. I went to help a mate out doing some of that there gardening work. This basically entailed me zooming around on a sit on mower all day and having great fun making whooping noises, leaping small gullies and generally having the time of my life.I can now add this to the list of things that I have always wanted to do, and done 🙂 It may nor seem that big a deal, and I have in the past driven much larger scarier bits of kit, cut down trees, jumped out of aircraft, blown up stuff etc etc. But until yesterday had never driven a ride on mower. So I was pretty chuffed.

The general feeling of Chuffedness lasted until about the time I backed my car in to the mini skip that I had failed to notice, in my defence I was trying to avoid several trees and a slightly mad Great dane at the time, and the skip remained un noticed until the the car made alsorts of hitting a skip noises. HoHum! Spent the rest of the day organising insurance, replacement car and stiffling the laughter of my friends. I must say though that my mate Sally seemed to have rather too much fun attempting to release the hatchback of my car from the skip, using claw hammers, heavy duty chisels, and a bloody great crow bar! That’ll teach me to Skip over the details . . . . :-/

However! I shall return later with more Bawdseyness and some Shingly Streetness from the previous days photographic Blundering

Meh!

Well I’m a lookin out of the window on a Bank Holiday monday, and quite frankly I’m not impressed. I specifically put in a weather order for bright conditions with interesting clouds. Words will be had!

Here are some examples of what should have been happening out there. Stupid ministry of weather! Sort it out!

Stooks and Sheeves at Sweffling 2 ©LeeThornberry 2011
Stooks and Sheeves at Sweffling 2 ©LeeThornberry 2011