Well it could be Lead but I doubt it and wouldn't it be brilliant if it were a real horse and I had stod there for ages trying to get the perfect span. Of course even for a static horse it wasn't that simple after a couple decided to stand next to the horse for 5 minutes as I waited for them to bugger off. That's how patient I was, committed to the Zamyatin cause.
It's a pic at Chatsworth which has seen fit to drop artwork all around the grounds. Must admit it's quite nice to stumble on one of these things, even if some of them are just completely weird like the sculpture of a couple of people that seem to have been made by a 3 year old missing heads and all sorts. In the summer house there is a fan from a jet engine which was impressive but I don't really think the picture I took did it justice.
So off to today’s wondrous escapade. Today we are at The Deep which is an aquarium sold to me by some under water glass lift. I am sure I saw a picture of it but in the end I suspect I didn't, it looked magnificent in my mind's eye, in reality is was a little less impressive. I am pretty sure the Blue Planet Aquarium at home is better but perhaps that's just my memory playing tricks on me once again. Don't get me wrong the place is pretty good and you do see lots of interesting things but I had my mind set on this huge lift that was glass all around. How I thought that this would work and how this would be safe for the people in the lift or the fish I have no idea, so to find out that it was a regular glass lift put me off a little.
Anyway after exhausting The Deep we went outside to take some pictures and then it was off for lunch in the pretty Beverley and it's Minster much of it we circled many many times until we finally found a car park that was cheap enough and had spaces. Nothing much to report really, lunch was OK, the Minster was a Minster and I was cold, so quite soon it was back to the hotel to get warm.
On a trip tp Arley Hall I took this. I wouldn't mind but I waited a while until there was nobody in shot. I was trying out the Macro mode on the camera and the suddenly someone appered, so I changed my angle and took the shot like a bad marksman. You can see her arm on the right.
The picture is of a lamb stone sculpture around a fountain at Arley Hall.
We travelled to see this sculpture last year, only to find that it wasn't finished. So we had a few hours to kill whilst our daughter was in rehearsals for a play. Luckily the sculpture is just outside in St Helens where the Sutton Manor Colliery used to be, the site apparently on a slag heap. Of course looking out onto the M62 it's obviously vying for a place in art history along side the Angel of the North. Personally I prefer the Angel of the North, this -whilst impressive- is just a white elongated head. Despite this there were plenty of visitors to the site, so it's not doing too bad for itself.
Needless to day the picture was taken looking up at the sculpture making it look very deformed. I was trying to get the head less elongated but by accident got the chin far too big to look normal.
What would have bee nice if there was more time would have been to look out for remnants of the pit which was supposed to be the largest in Lancashire, but it was back on the road to get Tea and pick up our daughter.
Hooray, I got out of the house. This must be my birthday or my Anniversary... but no. Finally we left the house to see the Singing Ringing Tree. After a few mishaps I thought that the trip would be aborted but no. Despite adverse situations we finally started out around 2pm. Now to me this appears too late since it starts getting a little dark around 4ish. Despite my reservations the dark was the lest of my worries. The lack of wind and the low cloud/fog was the issue.
My Wife told me that you could see the Singing Ringing Tree from the car park. With this mist/cloud (and I say cloud because as we moved up it all got brighter and it was thick) you could not. I started to doubt whether she had actually been anywhere near when -after a minute or two of walking- she didn't know where it was either, despite the fact that it's a pretty prescribed route from the car park to the tree.
When we got up their finally it was silent other than a quite eerie sound. I thought initially that it was the Singing Ringing Tree until it was pointed out that it sounded like people in which case it must have been Burnley beating West Ham 2-1. After a few seconds of listening it was clear that either the Singing Ringing Tree had learned football chants or it was Turf Moor.
The great thing about the Singing Ringing Tree is that when the wind is blowing you get some haunting sounds from the sculpture. Today all we heard was Turf Moor. Air was still so really this looked like a load of scaffold. The other great thing about the Singing Ringing Tree is that you have a great view from it. Today the cloud/mist was so thick you could not see 30ft in front of you. Oh joy. You would think that we would abort the mission but no... we headed off to find another Panopticon with even less luck. So why are they called a Panopticon? I have no idea.
This is David Annand's sculpture inspired by William Souta's poem. Not a good picture because it has a third head that my daughter asked “Who is that?” which reminds me of the situation where I was at home with my daughter. I am pretty sure that when the sculpture was erected I saw a news article on it, however I remember nothing about it. So I have spent a bit of time trying to find out about and and brought up a blank. So forgive me if I don't see the connection between the the poem and the sculpture.