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I make an irregular, regular trip into Plymouth a couple of times a month. The irregularity is regulated by the Sourdough levels in my freezer. About a year ago I discovered the wonder that is Jacka Bakery , 38 Southside Street, Plymouth.I’ve been a sourdough hunter for years. Always on a quest for perfection. Easy enough when I lived in London where the population can support any number of Artisan bakers, not so easy elsewhere. Don’t even start me on supermarket sourdough or the debacle that was making my own. Imagine the pleasure I get from knowing this fabulous bakery is within easy reach ; the bread freezes and defrosts easily ,remaining in perfect condition.
Bread is not their only output , they make the best chocolate croissants and have a Cakes of the Day selection. There are also a few tables for coffee to accompany the cake. I’ve not tried the coffee .
The Coffee addict at theoldmortuary.design is away in Cheltenham, instagramming the coffee shops and bakeries of Gloucestershire.
Anyway I digress , my last visit to Jacka prompted a vibrant painting of bright daylight reflected in the Barbican Harbour. The painting was created using the imagery of several photographs of oil, paint and some litter floating on the surface in a corner of the harbour.It was a jewel bright day but bitterly cold as I took a series of photos that became this painting.
This morning, a much more typical Plymouth day, the view could not be more different.
That is pretty yucky and hasn’t inspired me to crack open the paints. However as I returned from the bakery a man was fishing out all the debris and detritus to make the Barbican look pretty again. It’s Pirate Weekend , a historically inaccurate , festival of all things piratey and plundery. ( I say historically inaccurate simply because it is unimaginable that Plymothians, back in the day , concentrated on getting litter out of the harbour in preparation for imminent Pirate arrival)
I however would have made sure my bread supplies were up to scratch, you never know who might pop in for toast .
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Warmth and light suffuse this image of grains of sand nestling in a shell. These images were taken using only natural light and my iPhone with a macro lens attached .
I’m always intrigued by the unusual. Passing a building site in Hoi An , Vietnam , I found this metal basket full of old tea-shop crockery , the builders had clearly preserved the old China rather than just lob it in the skip. Still in a filthy condition the bits clearly represented “treasure” to the builders.
The Tamar road and rail bridges are immense structures when viewed from below. Sunset, on spring evenings gives them a gorgeous blast of warm colour.
Sometimes solitude sneaks up on you and sometimes many of us sneak off to find it. Time out from busy lives. This is a favourite spot in Cornwall and the solitude was fleeting but precious.
Temple is a word that the world recognises as a space for contemplation and quiet Solitude. Say that word in Cornwall currently and people’s reaction is somewhat different.
Temple is the site of life -changing roadworks on the A30. The delays caused at this particular Temple have hugely impacted on businesses and people, almost certainly causing harm to those who are trapped for hours in their asphalt misery.
The picture above was taken after one such traffic experience. Whilst not exactly the silver lining of a cloud it is somewhat representational of the sentiment.
Scale is everything in life and art. Dungeness in Kent is a place to put both life and art into perspective. It’s shingle beach and wild flat landscape give the perfect landscape for getting things into perspective.
Hugo here, is letting the wind ruffle his fur whilst I sketch notes for the painting below.