At the McManus


The Beano takes over museum, but there’s also a portraits show on and of course old favourites — possibly obsessing a little too much about Duncan‘s Riders, but there it is.

 

A Gardener’s Grave

Wandering in the Howff today to loosen up my brain a little after some intense work on my latest essay (Celtic themes in Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell). Just sent off the essay, so I though I would share some of the fruits of my wander.

I’m always discovering things I hadn’t noticed before. What a wonderful place this urban cemetery is. More photos on the ‘book if you’re there.

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Charms Conference #FolkloreThursday

Sneaking into the last few hours of #FolkloreThursday and finally sharing a bit about the Charms Conference I went to last month at Harvard. It was great: even better, there’s a proposed proceedings volume in the works so you may be able to share some of the exciting things I heard and saw that weekend. It doesn’t include a CD alas, so you won’t hear me singing a medieval charm* but I will write about the process involved. More pix going on the ‘book.

*Given the enthusiastic response, I am working on recording some medieval charms in a variety of ways. More to come —

Sound Photography

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Cities and Memory have a new project up which includes my photography! Check it out to find a fascinating random connection between art and sound, evoking a sense of place from images anchored to a specific location inspiring sounds that know no bounds.

I love it when a plan comes together. Wander through the memories and sounds…or scroll down to Scotland to find my Orkney picture.

In Search of Medusa

On the town (NYC naturally) with the QoE at the Met, in the park, sharing Amity, and a drink with Katya. More pix on the ‘book.

 

Edinburgh: National Gallery

I love the story of Callum. I can’t recall if you weren’t allowed to photograph the Turner watercolours that are only on display in January, or if I was just too busy looking at them. I got the catalogue. It took me until the Bacon and Turner exhibit to understand his appeal, but I get it now.

Edinburgh: A Cold Morning

Miss Wendy and I arrived at night and had a terrific meal at Howie’s Waterloo which included a divine cullen skink and gave me the chance to say ‘I’ll have the pheasant’ which is not too common for me. In the morning we started with the Old Calton Burial Ground, which I visited on my very first trip back in 1980. I even took another picture of David Hume’s grave which I have in a yellowed old snapshot. They were dismantling the Christmas Market next to the Walter Scott Memorial, but this lovely caravan was still there waiting for me — but Wendy talked me out of rolling it away.