A few images from my troubled walks with my camera. The frost, rain and the fog were from this morning; the weather is very changeable here in Yorkshire.
© D. Archer. July 2017
I took this when it was raining which is quite often in Yorkshire, a small secondhand soapstone carved head that watches over me.
© D. Archer. November 2016
I have decided to start a new school of photography called “Crapism“, now don’t be fooled by the name my photos really are crap but I do like the subject matter. These buildings and service objects won’t be around forever and I feel it is my duty to show them in all their supernal glory.
Long live Crapism!
All crap photographs © D. Archer. November 2015
The Tour De Yorkshar (Phonetically if not culturally correct) swept through “Tarn” at a blistering cost to the tax payer. Newly paved roads and streets marshalled to keep smack heads and chavs on the side streets paid off wonderfully. I got myself in position early only to have a tall bald bloke muscle right in front of me at the last minute. Wouldn’t have minded if it was Dave Brailsford but it wasn’t. I swiftly pretended to rummage in his rucksack and he moved away, Huzzaahh.
I perched myself near the corner at the top of Regents street as I thought I would capture the event as the riders slowed down in front of the tarn ‘all but alas I would have had more success if I had been using an 1898 plate glass Pin hole camera on a tripod that weighed as much as an urchin!
38 seconds after the last picture was taken I left, cursing my lack of photography skills but it was indeed nice to see some sporting culture rattle through tarn and not something vaguely connected to coal, or the pits, or the miners, or soot, or the fact that we have one of the most transitory low paid workforces in the country or child poverty or NEDS or racism or grassball (or whatever it is they call it).
If you were the mystery waving hand in the last photo please get in touch.
Ta Ra frum Tarn!
© David Archer
Cultural Attaché for Tarn.
OK not as many photos as I would I have liked from Yorkshire Sculpture park but in fact the place was crawling with humans of all shapes and sizes creeping into every bloody shot. I got fed up in the end and to cap it all had an argument with a “yoof” who thought it was perfectly OK to climb on the sculptures in order for his girlfriend to capture his idiocy in technicolour for their FACETWAT page.
I have visited YSP on many occasions in all types of weather with friends and family and the place never ceases to amaze me. It’s shame this visit was tainted by the lack of respect shown to the sculptures but I’m sure they will be around a lot longer than the idiot who crossed my path.
© D. Archer . April 2015.
Ho Ho Ho, it’s a good job the Scottish Tourist Information Board doesn’t know where I live, posting all these terrible photos of their stunning scenery. You as well dear reader will be glad to know that of the 89,878 photos that I took, these are the least mediocre.
Camera crimes © D. Archer, April 20015.
Once again I have managed to reduce the immense natural beauty of the Scottish landscape down to a few blurred, badly composed and cropped calamities. Trust me, this place is much more stunning than my fat fingered fotographs could ever convey. Taken this April in the most pleasant walking weather one could wish for.
Landscapes © Deity of your choice. Happy Crappy Croppings © D. Archer, April 2015.
Here are some more crimes against photography I committed whilst on a recent wander.
Once again I strongly urge you to stay away, its a terrible place, all that natural light, beautiful inspiring wildlife, scenery and lung cleansing fresh air. I can’t think of anything worse. You wouldn’t like it honestly.
Landscape © Deity of your choosing, photographs © D. Archer. February 2015
Some snaps from my afternoon walk. The sun was fading before I set off and I haven’t done justice to the light but sometimes the best part about going for a walk is that you don’t see another soul.
In my defence I am an appalling photographer. Photographs © D. Archer 2014 not that they are worth nicking.