Simply Cute

'Simply Cute' was taken during April 2010 as I continued to build a portfolio of work with the purpose of studying a photography degree at Plymouth College of Art.  Like many of my photographs back then, it was unfortunately shot in JPEG format, using a Nikon D60 and a 70-300mm Tamron lens.  While it can not be printed in the sizeable realms that 'Posiedon' is currently being produced though Graphique in St. Austell and Kaya Gallery in Plymouth, it has found a nice little place along side some of my other work in a different context altogether.

Simply Cute

Over the next month, I will be applying the finishing touches to my Etsy store with a variety of products, ready to go live for the start of the new year.  I've been in the planning stage for a while now and as a way of testing the water in what may or may not sell, I recently produced a series of products, one of which being a batch of fridge magnets for a local cafe. Within weeks, the majority had surprisingly sold and this image in particular quickly became one of the most popular.  They weren't short on quality either, using the same paper as I always do for my actual prints through Kaya Gallery, along with a good weighty plastic and strong magnetic strip from an online company I eventually settled with. With key rings and even Snow Globes planned (though I am hoping to find a company that also does Sand Globes to suit some of my Kenya images), the sky is the limit to the potential of my store. If only I knew this during my time at university.

At the moment I am toying around with the possibility of text across the top of some of the fridge magnet images, though more so as a limited run for particular calendar events.  The theme of love is wonderfully represented with 'Simply Cute' and with a little further editing, I believe this will work out great for Valentines.  I am also producing a run of 'Deirdre' Chicken fridge magnets with possible text of "Love My Girls" and links to BHWT, with the potential to donate a percentage of the profits to this wonderful organisation, though more on this and my Etsy store as I get closer to launch.  I really do miss her.

This last year and a half since graduation has been a real eye opener (and struggle at times) in the ways and means of being a practising documentary photography while generating an income.  I continue to persevere onwards; that is all you can do really, though these last few months have been fantastic with further business ventures and sales due to my 'Emily Rose' project.  I can't wait to get back out to sea (she is currently under maintenance for the next few weeks and with a Christmas job lined up, my next trip has been postponed now till the second week of January) and I firmly believe next year will be a stunning, rewarding and very hard working year for me.  After updating my LinkedIn profile recently, it is comforting to note how far I've come and how much I've been involved with since graduation; I expect to add a great many more opportunities to the already growing list during 2016.  

I will also make some time free during April of next year and head back to the same spot I took 'Simply Cute', situated in a lovely little place called Mount Edgecombe, only this time with my Nikon D700 and a 500mm lens.  Hopefully there will be more wonderful new borns on display, loving their introduction to life and as always, loving one another.  If there is anything this world needs right now, it is a whole lot of love.  After the awful events that have transpired recently, particularly that of Paris, I think it is important to remind ourselves that there is still a great beauty and warmth to be found in this world, despite the various evils that often overshadow the thought.  You just have to look for it, however hidden away it may seem.

It is strange how we look back at a photo and how is speaks back to us years later.  'Simply Cute' seems to translate a scene of fragility and wonderment of what life is all about.  We often strive for things that matter the least, when all we really should be searching for is the necessity to be comfortably safe.  For this is all anyone on this planet should ever want or deserve. To be forever safe, comfortable, and always loved.  Perhaps one day we all will.  

Chickens

After a few weeks of feeling on top of the world, I suppose it is only typical of life to remind you of who really is in control and land one heck of a sucker punch. As I write this, it looks very likely that the beautiful and very timid Deirdre won't be around by morning. Our little love is one of five ex-battery hens that have lived with us for almost three wonderful years.  A few days ago she was her usual happy garden roaming self. Last week she managed to find her way through a slight opening after the kitchen door was left ajar to halfway up the stairs, a mischievous sense of accomplishment in her clucks and swagger; from digging and playing on grass and soil, hiding under apple trees and raspberry bushes, to an everlasting supply of water and variety of food on tap with not a worry in the world or a need to remember or remind herself of just how bad it was before, she really did have it all. This morning, her body began shutting down.

For the best part of the day, we took turns in nursing her. The other Chickens carried on with their day, though I did feel they knew what was happening. I sometimes don't give them enough credit in their understanding of life events and every day goings on, but when they've seen me clear up a ridiculous amount of poop from the kitchen floor over the past few years, I do have to wonder.  To this day they still continue pooping here and there, laying that a minefield of mess in just the right place to catch you off guard. Yet I can't shout at them or get angry, they are what they are and I love them to pieces for it. Today was absolutely heartbreaking.

After nearly five years of looking after to losing many ex-battery hens, you'd think it would get easier, that over time this would be something you would just get use to, accept even.  Yet you don't, and while you know it will happen eventually, it doesn't help the fact that their short lives have already been made shorter by such a horrid life before. All you can do is the best you can, give them everything they need to be content, safe and happy. It just gets harder with each and every passing.

The state many of them are in when we pick them up from a release centre is utterly disgraceful. For that reason alone, you really wouldn't give them many more than a few weeks and months at best; a severe lack of feathers, many with limps and crooked bodies, tumours, all manner of aches and pains, the list of awful woes literally goes on. Yet weeks and months later, after they settle and find comfort in their new surroundings, it is almost like their new found happiness begins to cure their ills.  

It surprises me just how resilient these little creatures are. To think that before they arrived at a loving home, they had never seen anything of the outside world. From noisy cramped conditions and incessant noise caused forgivingly by every other hundred/thousand or so Chicken that has zero clue of why they are there or what they have done to deserve such a fate, to constant 24/7 artificial light, seed on timers and non stop conveyors, that unnerving battle just to get ounce of feed is not something you would wish on your worst enemy, yet here we are, maybe not wishing but actually making this a full blown reality for pretty much every species on this planet. If its not meat it is Ivory, or fur, or skin for boots, fins for soup, the list goes on.  

I understand very well that I am somewhat of a hypocrite.  For most of my life I have eaten meat, loved KFC's and not really considered the poor quality of thought and life that goes a long way in making the fast food business into more of a pandemic.  My new photography project even looks at the livelihoods of fishermen in their pursuit of source to plate. I am as much part of the problem so for that reason alone, I won't be making this too much of a lecture. Nowadays, if I can find a good medium, I guess I can live with that.  

Throughout 2015 I have not eaten meat and I continue to do so today, preferring a healthy (and surprisingly nice) Quorn/Soya alternative.  I still eat fish though, a pescatarian I believe it is called and while out on the trawler I would be lying if I said I didn't eat meat; 50 miles from the coast, there is little point making a song and dance about such menu matters, you either eat or you don't. I did draw the line one evening when Chicken was about to be served; a potato and veg sandwich seemed a more pleasing choice.

One of the many wonderful rescue centres across the country (instagram)

Dixie.  The condition they can be in after being rescued is simply appalling

Dotty.  We thought we were going to lose her days after being rescued.
Thankfully she is still with us (instagram)

Every day I see it on the news and every day I can't imagine that tomorrow can be any worse than yesterday. I wonder why those that commit the various and disgusting crimes that they do, often get another chance to do it again and again. I honestly can not bring myself to believe that we are living in a century where beheadings actually still do happen, that there are those out there that bring down planes, incite hatred, instil violence to the uneducated streets.  Here I have this beautifully sweet Deirdre, the most perfect and considerate of creatures, finally in her own lovely little utopian dream, loved and cared for, only to have this taken away so suddenly, without even an apology or a warning. But hey, some scumbag be it the lowest of the low can still look forward to a fame filled morning on Jezza or at the other end of the spectrum, spending x amount of time in a prison version of the Ritz or cheered on for killing hundreds in a split second. I just don't get it.

There is no point being bitter though. If anything, it is just a way of creating further negative energy. I know I can't change a damn thing. No one can, and I think for so long that has always been the problem. While conversation and intent may have always been good, the idea of changing the world will forever be an impossible task. She will gracefully spin on with just as much good and bad as there always has been.  It is a shame it took me half a lifetime and a flock of Chickens to understand and accept this.  In the end, while you will never change the way the world is, you can make a difference, however great, to whatever small, and I hope the next however many years of my life, I will continue to do so.

I had planned to do a Chicken blog for some time now, yet I didn't want it to come across as what it is probably appearing, like some rant and rave about the state and play of our world. I wanted this post to solely reflect on how wonderful these creatures are and concentrate solely on the strength and spirit of these characters.  It may sound strange to some but these little madams have bought so much good into my life and very soon, another will leave me with just as much pain as the last. From the original trio of Dolly, Daisy and Dixie, to the wonderfully inquisitive Delorus, to Doris who only lasted a week, far too traumatised by what came before, to Daenarys, the feistiest and bossiest of them all, fine one day and suddenly gone the next, to Daphne, Deborah, Delia, and Dana, each has left their mark on me and my world.

Daisy

Dana

Daffodil

Deanna (instagram)

Daisy (foreground) & Dolly

Daphne (left) & Delorus

Dana #selfie (instagram)

Deanna enjoying a mud bath (instagram)

Diane, Dotty, Deanna, Deirdre and Daffodil (instagram)

Dotty.  Even a box of straw can keep her happy for hours (instagram)

Diane

Summer time chilling with Diane, Dotty, Deanna, Deirdre and Daffodil (instagram)

Deanna (left) & Deirdre #besties (instagram)

After spending an almost sleepless night with Deirdre in my room, one claw clutched around my finger, her head awkwardly resting on my arm, it was clear nothing could be done.  By morning she became somewhat stressed with what appeared to be a series of panic attacks.  Despite her legs finally giving way, she still had a desire to move around; the amount of power in her wings was incredible given how weak she was. I managed to calm her down each time this happened with a soothing cuddle, but we knew she couldn't keep on going like this. A few hours later, Deirdre was taken to the local vet and put to sleep.

She is at peace now, buried in the garden alongside the rest of the beautiful tribe we have lost over the years. A day later and I still feel so utterly empty; a few more tears trickle down my cheek is testament to that. Yet she did have a lovely time with us and this is what I should and always focus on. I just wish she could had a few more years with us, or at the very least, passed away in her sleep without having to endure whatever suffering she may have experienced on her final day.

The other four women are all just as old and I know soon, each one of them will break my heart all over again. I don't think it matters who or what it may be, attachment to anything in life will hurt a great deal when it is gone. Life is so short and while it may hold so many magical moments, the pain it can also bring at times is simply unbearable. I wonder if this is really what being human is all about?  That the only way we will ever live and learn is through love and loss.

Perhaps one day we will make the world a better place.  A world built on peace and harmony, where religion doesn't preach or dictate that their God or message is the one true whatever but instead underline and explain the principles of what is good or bad through common sense, communication and clarity.  Where politics is actually about forming a better way and means of life instead of simply belittling the opposing party.  Where terrorism or despicable acts are nothing more make-believe than the monsters under your bed.  And where long term goals are not forever battered by a short term way of thinking, of making and destroying millions of lives in an instant through a thoughtless pursuit of the quick buck.

As the most intelligent and dominant species on the planet, we certainly have a huge responsibility; with great power, well you know the rest. Maybe if we saw life through the eyes of those we hold with little or even no regard, things would be different. The very notion that I can love something so vastly different to myself, where language and understanding is literally as alien as our appearance to one another seems as profound as it is beautiful. They have earned the right to be here just as much as we have.  Some even have a stronger case than we do in that right. I really do believe the world has a lot to learn from all creatures, whether great or small.  In these last five years, I know I have.

In memory of Deirdre

Emily Rose @ National Marine Aquarium

With my next venture out at sea with the crew of the Emily Rose just around the corner, it was wonderful to see my previous outing onboard gaining so much positive attention.  Emily Rose was fast becoming more than just another project; I honestly had a genuine interest into the lives of these fishermen and the many hardships they face on a day to day basis.  After all, they were out for weeks on end on one of the most dangerous and ever changing landscapes this world had evolved and perfectly perfected; for that reason alone I had nothing but absolute admiration, as well as a huge amount of intrigue into what lifts someone from the comfort and (almost) safety of dry land to working in such harsh, and at times, wretched conditions.

My expectation for this project had always been to honestly, and with the greatest amount of respect, portray a way life that for many (and no different to myself not so long ago), whose only association with these trawlermen was to order a fish supper from the chippy or pursuing today's catch at the local market.  This lack of understanding was not so much caused by ignorance; I simply felt that coverage of this livelihood was not hugely represented, thus leading to a severe lack of awareness.  To be fair, there was and is so much happening in the world, so many varied lifestyle and life choices, I suppose it is impossible to keep tabs on everything that goes on.  In my mind, if I could just inform even a few people, open a series of eyes and minds to a world vastly different, though one very much within and connected to their own, I was heading in the right direction.

My latest exhibition and first public display of 'Emily Rose' was held over the weekend (29.10 | 1.11.2015) at the National Marine Aquarium, in association with Norman Holmes and Kaya Gallery, featuring a stunning selection of work by Plymouth's Ocean City Artists.  It was a real privilege to be amongst the likes of David Gray, Julie Hammonds, David Chambers, Julianna Depledge, Carol Rolfe, Sophie Johnson, Jenny Evans and many many more.  My display consisted of six single image prints (21x14 inch), along with a montage piece (36x28 inch), all printed on 5mm foamex with a laminate finish.  Graphique in St. Austell, the same company that produced my 'i am Alive' image for my end of year show in London through Plymouth College of Art provided a fabulous job with the printing and left me stunned with the results.

The idea that I was the only photographer on display in this melting pot of such talented painters, glass makers and designers was fantastic, and often throughout the evening this was how I was referred to.  Wow, so you're the photographer!  Hearing that on repeat never got old.  By the end of the night I was mentally exhausted, though this was a good exhausted of course; my throat sore from constant yet welcoming conversations regarding my work, my first week at sea, the next outing and in particular, 'Poseidon'

'Poseidon' quickly became the main talking point during the night.  Comments generally begun or ended with the word phenomenal, elevating my head to a place way past cloud nine.  With a run of 64 limited edition prints on high end aluminium going into production this month following interesting from a company in the south west, as well as a recent three page spread in Fishing News (huge thanks to Dave Linkie and the team), I felt everything, touch wood, was finally coming together following a tough yet eventful first year as a practising photographer post-graduation.  With the winter fishing season now in full swing, I couldn't wait to see what images I would return with when I landed back on dry land.   

Poseidon

My recent article in Fishing News, found in WH Smiths