Saturday, December 31, 2016
Thursday, December 22, 2016
I remember the day, I had just come back from staying with my grandparents. I hated that shirt, but looking at my Dad I can see that those shirts must have been in fashion at the time. I don't remember the chairs but I do remember the carpet and those pink slippers. Looking at this photograph I can see that my parents were very happy. I don't remember who took this photograph.
I remember the day, we went to the seaside town where my parents first went when they were dating and where we would holiday each year when I was growing up. I hadn't been there for twenty years and it had been modernised, but the sea still looked the same, cold, grey and flat. I see my father continued to have an eye for fashion and that my parents were still very happy. I remember taking this photograph as they strolled down the promenade.
Posted by andrew hillard at 5:36 PM
Thursday, December 15, 2016
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Tuesday, December 6, 2016
After reading this article about photographer/activist Danny Lyon in The Guardian and then reading his book Burn Zone, It got me thinking about the petrochemical plant at the edge of the city, and of how big industry and nature seemingly co-exist. Of how our so called need for fossil fuels helps to pollute the air, poison our rivers, irreparably damage our environment, kill off entire species of flora and wildlife and permanently change the future landscape for generations to come. The book highlights that .01% run our world, for their own profit and it also names and shames the top 50 people in the US who profit from the sale of fossil fuels and those who vehemently deny climate change and hire legislators to defend their right to poison the world.
Posted by andrew hillard at 1:12 PM
Monday, December 5, 2016
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Friday, December 2, 2016
Thursday, December 1, 2016
|Bratislava summer 2016|
I pass this birdcage most days on the tram going into the city. I imagine it was home for a parrot or budgerigar or some other exotic pet bird. It sits there wedged in the tree, a symbol of captivity. I think the thing I like about it most and the reason I took the picture is that it is empty.
Posted by andrew hillard at 9:58 AM