Once upon a time it took days to get prints back from your negatives, and then we got to a stage of overnight prints, and then it was down to half an hour, and so on. Now, of course, we can have a photo we've shot on the iPad or computer within seconds. Okay, it's not hard copy, but for the most part we don't need hard copies of photographs. Think of all the thousands of printed photos that are stored away in cupboards and on shelves and in attics. Of interest to archivists maybe, but not very much to those who are moving on with their lives.
Occasionally we'll have a big sort-out of photos, and in one recent purge, we gave photos away to our adult children. In most cases there was some sort of sentimental value attached to the photo. But many photos taken in the past have little sentimental value: they're just a shot of something or other (sometimes not even identifiable) or someone (often someone whose name we've forgotten).
|Endemic's Roxburgh studio|
Gilmore paints in great detail, often with birds as a focus. Some of these paintings were a delight, but the one that caught our eye consisted of nothing but beach or river stones in all their amazing variety. Beautifully done.
The Chart Room at the Hotel St Clair is a good spot for an artist: plenty of foot traffic, the sea rolling in just across the road, the far horizon, an overcast sky (yesterday, when we went, but it had been bright earlier on), and an evocative atmosphere.