Waiting at the bus-stop by a particular Tesco Metro in Peckham I usually look for a photo opportunity (despite the bags of shopping hanging off me) such as this one. The hoarding with its ever-changing ‘wallpaper’ provides a zany background to my series of photographs of people also waiting for the bus. Occasionally someone spots what I am doing and they glower. A hazard of street photography.
For reasons I cannot fathom (but hope are now resolved) I have been locked out of my blog site. So, I’m hoping this is not the end but rather the beginning of a new relationship between words, image and screen.
Dreams of a roof over my head and where shall I place my bed..? This is in Peckham where the view is astral, the air plentiful.
The Rye Poets did a performance celebrating mothers on Mother’s Day at the Mum Before Me exhibition held at Jeannie Avent Gallery in East Dulwich. What you can’t see is the audience. Plentiful and so supportive.
How classy! This is my neighbour waiting for her bus into town. This is why we live in Peckham. So very stylish and individual.
I’m the Featured Poet at the Poetry Shed. No need for boots and you don’t have to go out in the wet and cold, just click below for pots of poems.
The Peckham Peculiar is a fab free local newspaper and sometimes I write a feature for them or take a photo. In the last issue I did both. The article is about Stella Cardew – I consider her to be the doyenne of Peckham artists. She was rather embarrrassed by this description but that is because she is modest, too. http://peckhampeculiar.tumblr.com/post/131609025729/a-stella-career
The lifestyle photographer wants to photograph pebbles arranged on a table; the landscape photographer is drawn to pebbles on a beach; I want to snap someone throwing the pebbles. In that spirit I took this photo in France of a kid practising the art of smoking.
The White Poems is a hand-made limited edition book of poems written by Helen Adie, Pia Goddard and me. We’ve been three corners of a writers’ circle for several years and this is our third book. Last night we launched it at a local gallery, Jeannie Avent in East Dulwich. Live music topped and tailed the poetry reading, glasses fizzed and people even bought the book.
The revolution has got to start somewhere and why not with milkmen? Milkmen and their floats, the jingle of bottles, provisions for the nation. Come on, milkmen, let’s get it on.