Paris and The Sickness

Salon de locomotion aerienne 1909 Grand Palais...
Salon de locomotion aerienne 1909 Grand Palais Paris. Exhibits include: Monoplan Hanriot; Louis Blériot; Delahaye; Fiat; Gnome; Darracq (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Saint Germain
Saint Germain (Photo credit: Chad and Steph)

I for the last years have been in Paris at this time of the year for Paris photo which was  in the carousel below Louvre. It has now moved over to the Grand Palais, Avenue Winston Churchill in West Paris. I’ve spent so much time walking around paris I can find my way around it pretty much without a map. It’s such a beautiful place. I’ve only been there in the autumn I kind of worry what it will look like in the summer. I Love the place

Grand Palais a Paris
Grand Palais a Paris (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I miss you

I’m dull because where i am is dull

Too which a sort out was on and all inspiration gone

No seine left me sad

Toffee Eclairs beige pants and hat

only in Saint Germain can you do that

the tower base, leave me happiest were its flat

inspiration flows creativity

Take time to shoot the right line

The winter leaves make my heart wane

Self certification it wont happen again

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Alan Whitfield; A5, Conwy Castle, Projection

Conwy Castle
Conwy Castle (Photo credit: derrickting)
English: Capel Curig from above Seen from the ...
English: Capel Curig from above Seen from the descent of Moel Siabod. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is the video of me performing a visual projection on Conwy Castle in North Wales. It was part of the blinc digital arts festival 2012. I wrote it while traveling along the A5 between Capel Curig and Bethesda in the Snowdonia National park. It was written listening to the Beach boys on one of the only sunny days that we had this summer

 

Tides

TIDES

Lorys Hughes, Dieppe littoral enclave,  traffic choked in its walls,

buckling under load Christian & Nielsen added transport to draw…

As a Jacdaw flies onwards over the wall where inner battles once raged,

to a far corner of a sanded shore springs a millionaires playground,

we await The Mulberry Harbor secret to be told.

Tidal high waves come so close like circles shimmering conwy’s story no-one knows.

Sound breaks the silences, like a distant scratch to the ear,

as cars go by but not near the cubes and tarmac under rivers roar,

to Ireland by night or Chester by morning.

The rill’s plethora held back from the eye looking as old keeping harbor stories of Wales constructing glory

Image by Chris Bird


Sand on sand

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Things i found on a beach in Crosby near Liverpool