Old friends

Poetry

Salford, 14th November 2018

Memories of a mate, brought back in an instant

A blast from the past, delivered with a click

Noted – you’ve not talked for a while

Changes in address do that 

Hoping – they remember your name

Expectations raised as they recognise your face

Someone should have said – its the passing of time

Talk about the old days, in a familiar place

Engaging about others 

Round a table with Tea and cake

Charlie

Growing up, Life, Poetry, Romance, Romantic

Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?

For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down

Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand

Even though the words in the head I’d planned

a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind

sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind

Catching me out with those dark brown eyes

Occasional glances catch me by surprise

Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near

No more than friends, to me that is clear

Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile

With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile

Poppies

Army, Art, Poetry, Remembrance, War

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Wave – On display outside Imperial War Museum North , Manchester (p) Brian F Kirkham Sept 2018

Red poppies are flowing down the top of the earth shard of IWM North

Each poppy was created to remember those who fell in the war to end all wars

Memorial to the host of soldiers who went to the front

Expecting to be home by Christmas

Men not only from the home nations,

But the commonwealth and allies from Europe too

Regiments who met and fought on a field in flanders

As part of the first world war centenary, this artwork is a

Noted reminder, of those who went away to fight and

Came to rest in a foreign field

Each one remembered in the symbol of the poppy

Back behind the Bridge

Animals, BASIC, Photography

Location : BASIC Clicks Base, Portacabin, Brain & Spinal Injury Centre, Salford

Date : 14th July 2017

Camera : Sony DSC-H300 (No Tripod Required)

 

 

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Diving over a tree!

 

 

We’ve been playing with Objects and Backdrops today – and the toy cars!

Continuing on from last week we set up our shots on the stations before taking the shots with our camera

 

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Campervan on the beach

 

Using the clips from old magazines and the toy cars produced some really good shots and saved us the cost of location (Hee Hee!)

 

 

 

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Pointing out the birds!

I revisited this picture from the last session. Using the pencils as “Pointers”.  I hadn’t spotted this till after taking the pic, but I created a “Sunrise” effect by marking them out.

 

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Sat on a Polar Bear

As well as the lego men, Graham, one of the group brought in some railway model men

this allowed the group to be a bit more adventurous with our photos….

 

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Convoy 🙂

 

 

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Land of the Giant Polar Bears 🙂

 

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Off into the Wild blue Yonder

and here’s a couple when I got home 🙂 Created along the same principles – studio a bit more rustic than that of BASIC Clicks…but objects and subject matter stayed the same (Astronomy book provided a little colour!)

 

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Heading home from the moon

 

Riding across jupiter

Riding across Jupiter!

 

 

 

If you’ve got any favourites – feel free to let me know!

 

 

 

 

Visiting Duxford

Airforce, Museums, World War I, World War II

Monday 5th June 2017

Venue : Imperial War Museum Duxford, Cambridge

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An early morning start at IWM North on Monday, as we met up with fellow volunteers and staff from the other branches at IWM Duxford for Volunteers week.

We travelled south through the Midlands on our journey, stopping off on some familiar services on the M6 and M1… the route usually adopted when I visit my relatives there.  It was a bit rainy on the way there, but I was looking forward to visiting Duxford.  Due to that branch holding most of the museums Aircraft Collection

We arrived at Duxford’s Entrance around about noon, and then after a short repast, we all entered the main hall, where the chairman of the imperial war museum welcomed us all and the ceremonies for the volunteer awards commenced.

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I received my award for “Developing in a Role” from the chairman – and heard my Vollie Manager deliver a wonderful (more than a ) few words on why i’d won it!

How I started as a guide, then doing object handling and family history….

I did whisper at one point….”Ta boss! you can stop now….!!!” (sic)

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Matt by Fighter Aircraft

After the awards ceremony, we took a look around the hangar and the various activities on display, this included seeing how concorde dipped its nose, to sending messages by morse code – to walking on board a Lancaster bomber.  I enjoyed walking round the RAF Fleet, and got a really good view of the planes from the top deck of the gallery.

Flight

Acrostic, Airforce, Airport, Leisure, Museums, War, Winter, World War II

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IWM Duxford , Cambridge, 5/6/2017

 

For a brief moment today,

looking around the hangar in Cambridge

I got to see the marvels of flight first hand

Great planes – from early pioneers to new planes and even spaceflight

Hoped to see something special – and I wasn’t disappointed

Tomorrow – i’ll take a look at what I captured

 

 

Seashell

Poetry

It’s been on quite an adventure 

This thing from the sea,

Travelling over foam and wave

To land on dry land

Then placed in a bright bucket

It was used as decoration for a castle

Before being saved from the eventide

Spent time in a rucksack

Wrapped up tight in a tissue

Till arriving in a new home

Memories of sunny days

Recalled in a seashell

Now residing in a jar

With others of its kind

Auditors

Poetry, Time

Thieves of time,

Subtle in their art

As a penny passed tween one weight and another

Carefully counterbalanced

So the cogs of the clock turned round

Just so

Cogs kept moving

The giant hour hand

As minutes passed on by

Whilst the second hand, cried

People stared at their time pieces

Trying to get it back

But the clocks in the town hall square

All wailed out of time

Listen up people…in orchestral chimes

The auditors have been in….and committed a crime…

Wabbit

Poetry

#promptuarium #rabbit

At the bottom of the field , there’s a rabbit

Who’s height nearly blocks out the sun

His shadow covers most of the vegetable patch

And to the farmer that isn’t much fun

But he’s tricky this tall furry rabbit

Can’t be shot at and turned into chops

For as soon as the workers can see him

Down a big hole he just pops

And chasing him round fields are a no no

As between them there’s nowt but a mess

More than crop circles created

The locals are somewhat impressed

So instead, hes hived off some patches

For this rabbit to do what he please

In the hope he keeps off the carrots

And dines out on lettuce and peas

Teardrops

Poetry, Weather

The thought of it just being the

Evolution of evaporation

and condensation, doesn’t

ring true with me. Up there with the

Deity, helping create the mountains and

Rivers, the angels have heard their boss

On occasion when he’s hit his thumb with a hammer

Precipitation? Maybe if you are solely a geographer

Something tells me it’s the angels crying!

Girl In The Tinted Glasses

Poetry

Salford 11th December 2018

I don’t know what it is with you.

You’re there at the same time, same day

Same Reaction to my appearance on the opposite platform

Gawping like a primary school kid

I’m not an alien – and i’m past caring

what old style clothing you think i’m wearing

attitude of a kid of an age

who isn’t even working for minimum wage

To try and catch my attention,

You flounce and pout

And if stood with your pals

You scream and shout

 

Maybe you think i’m “The One” for you

Oh if only – that were true

Giggling with your pals – shows you ain’t older

even if your attitude seems any bolder

Perhaps, you think the camera footage

will catch the eye

of an X-Factor Judge at Mediacity

but all your peacocking gets from me – is pity.

Winters breakfast

Poetry

Tuesday 11th December 2018

There are times of the year when I have an affinity with that bear of very little brain …. Winnie the Pooh.

The mercury in the kitchen thermometer hasn’t risen in the house,  and there’s a definite nip in the air. And so rather than retreat to the warmth of my duvet, I’ve decided to enjoy a bowl of porridge .

something sweet for breakfast