BCB piece

Another from my photos of the BCB, British ceramic biennial that was held in Stoke on Trent a few weeks ago.

Some pieces were more beautiful than others, some seemed to have more significance. Some like this seem playful. A piece that has been twiddled and twisted, creating a root like structure but with almost a trumpet bell on the end of it.

Simply placed on a surface in front if a window, the object casts interesting shadows.

I don’t know what I think of it, but it was worth documenting.

Potting bench and moss

It’s wet under the trees, and the old bench that sits next to the kitchen gets damp. We don’t sit on it very often and it’s started to fall apart. I guess we should have varnished it when we got it. Maybe we should replace it with a metal one? Now it’s basically used for pots and potting on. The moss is getting rampant. The leaves need clearing up. Oh well, we live and learn.

November sky

There’s still leaves on the trees and we are almost half way through November! The air hasn’t been very cold so the leaves are only gradually turning autumnal. And we have not had too much strong wind here so they haven’t blown off yet. This was the view from the car park at the garden centre today. A lovely blue sky, bright sunlight from a dazzlingly low sun, trees still in leaf. Feels like summer except it was quite cold.

Tranklements

There is a word I remember from my childhood. TRANKLEMENTS. It means, thingies, bits and bobs, a collection of stuff, not necessarily useful. Just things that you have got together over the years. I haven’t looked it up in the dictionary, so it might mean something entirely different to that, but this is my understanding of the word.

The photo of horse cornucopia sort of feels like that. A thing that isn’t really useful but is interesting. And how would you display it? They clearly have a stand to sit on…. But it’s like a unicorn with the horn at the wrong end, or a seahorse with a shell for a tail? How do people come up with such strange and wonderful ideas?

Just looked it up. I was right, it’s a black country word (west Midlands in the UK) meaning bits and bobs. I remember my gran using it!

Cloudscape

I love piled up clouds, dark and threatening, but with bright white patches, and blue sky (enough to make a sailors britches). You know a heavy shower is on the way, but it won’t last long, and the sun will be shining again.

When I used to walk to school I would chase the shadows of clouds. They would drift along the pavement like lapping waves. I don’t seem to see them any more? Maybe their edges are too fluffy. Or they don’t scud past anymore? Has the, weather changed in the last fifty years…?