Saturday, December 5, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
As I stated in my last blog, sometimes us Cornish have to travel afar to find what we are looking for and I ended up catching this bugger on a farm with a field full of perry pear trees and sheep with a warm autumn sunset in behind. How quintessentially English of the Herefordians to think of such an arrangement just as I turned up, jolly good show.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
What with Cornwall's fishing, mining and farming being up the spout local cornish people have suddenly turned to photography to help bring home the bacon. They are using much the same methods as with the old crafts but just utilising them elsewhere. Going far distances to gain a catch to bring home as in fishing. Delving deeper into the subject to obtain better quality material as they would have down the mines and working year round growing collections of photo's for the whole community to feast upon. This particular print is £265 framed plus postage and packaging, hahaha. Buy now for quick delivery......
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Local lads await monster waves.
As severe weather warnings are given to the south of England this week I was lucky enough to be in Penzance at high tide yesterday evening, the light was poor and the waves unpredictable but I managed to meet these young lads playing with the blasts on the promenade. It is a shame though as the daybefore the prom was closed and i'm sure this was a dummed down event compared to that. The prom was laden with sea weed and there were many spectators enjoying the evening battery, one onlooker stated, 'better than bloody fireworks day though intit'.
Friday, November 6, 2009
This photo is a little ode to Edward Weston. I read a small book on him this week and it made me cry when it said he took his last picture entitled 'rocks and pebbles' in 1948. He took beautiful photos that I feel spoke a lot about his freedom when travelling or with friends. Peace and respect.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Unlike the parasite
Want to be famous, plant a tree
Do something at least
Think before you speak
A blade of grass is as righteous as you, the Muslim the Christian the Buddha the Jew
What is the point in death for death, just a sorry situation?
We are dust, be at one with stone for it outlives and endures for infinity
Unlike the parasite
By Jacob Bodilly
Sunday 18th October 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Carpark with trash, Longton, Stoke -on-Trent, England.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The wind doth blow, seething and enraged
Everything is nice with no sympathy for the dying
Hounded are the Oaks, Willow and Pine
Everything is fine when you block out the crying
Whistling with violence, a plague for the earth
Constantly sad by your lack of reality
The wind is Hatred’s friend
Scared of giving you die away alone
Young Tree’s are uprooted and killed
Continue to lie, continue to hide
The raging power battles onward
Deaf, dumb and blind you suffer without hope.
Enjoy from Jacob
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
An old man and a young man are talking to eachother.
When the old man hears of the young man's achievements he says he feels forlorn that his own life hadn't been like this.
The young man disagree's and says, 'Come now, you have done many things and achieved much'
The old man says, 'No, I am a fool before your achievement'
The young man's attitude changes now and he finally says, 'If you would be willing to change what you have had and what you have done, that is, your natural path as a man I am ashamed to say I will have to surpass you as I follow none of these ideals.'
The old man doesn't understand and changes the subject.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
I wanted to do a blog tonight called, 'another boring nice photo' which was going to be an attack on photographs that look nice for about one second and then you don't want to look at them anymore, but if I was to put one of my boring nice photos up I would be just as bad wouldn't I. So I really hope from now on I can just select the great photographs. I mean everyone has a million photo's now because of digital and its all to easy really and then you cant select one so you pick anything, thats what people do I think. I'm pissed off and bored by it all, the flimsyness of it all, surely we can say something definitive a few times withour magic photo box machines.
You know we are aliens don't you but we just don't admit it. Thats why we have all these crazy inventions and big monkey brain technologies. Fuck boring nice photographs, I don't just want mild mystery I want full blown fucking witchery. hahhahahahaa
Sunday, May 3, 2009
It is ''An exhibition of figurative painting and sculpture which explores the strange territory and occasional overlap between the beautiful and the ugly.''
The show is made up from a group of artists working in Cornwall, they are; Robert Bradford, Una d'Arigona, Sue Dove, Ian Dunlop, Sara Jenkins, Karen Lorenz, Penny Macbeth, Morwenna Morrison, Lisa stuart, Linda styles.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Going back through my images of Italy again, I went there for two reaons only. (1). To visit Nats who was working there in a nursery. (2). To take loads of pitures. I am still deleting the bloody things, I must have taken about 3000 photos. Oh well, really enjoyed it and I think I satisfied my appetite for coffee and cigarettes and biscotti's and pasta and pizza and dodgy fashion and photos, but not of Nats. Of her, I am a complete addict!
'I'm talkin bout the maaaan in da mirror, I'm askin him to change his wayays'. That song always made me think of going to the post office with my mum when I was a little kid, I still remember a day dream I had about it year ago, all the booths turned into mirrors and all the people disappeared, it was grey silver and there was no way out until I woke up.
Jacob Bodilly secret: I used to dress up as Micheal Jackson when I was about 5 and do all the moves, Yeh.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Hello anyone. I am trying to still take a picture. I went a bit crazy yuther day and wrote down loads of stuff about why I was taking pictures in the streets. Trying to have a bit of a break and a rethink about how too bring more positivity to my photos. I think I love photo's but I am not putting enough love into mine because I have to do all the other things as well. Honey and banana cream pie. This sign is as you enter Newlyn, I thought it was remarkably brilliant seeing as though its a one way system so you have to go that way, hahahahaha.