Progress with The Diversity Project
Several Victoria Road residents responded to my initial letter asking for their involvement in my Cultural Diversity project, the first of which was Jeremy Cross who not only offered help but also invited Susie and me to his house to meet his wife Jo and some of their friends. Accordingly, we spent a delightful hour there last evening (Saturday 24th) that more than made up for having earlier to witness England rugby team capitulate feebly to a rampaging and highly motivated Scotland fifteen.
As everyone always says, isn't life funny? Jeremy and I had been chatting for less than five minutes when it occurred to us both that we had experienced many of the same things in our younger days; our August birthdays just a year apart, a family history in Coventry, our boyhood schools very close to each other (we both sat the first 'O' Level exam in the same year), a shared interest and experiences in the West Midlands, friends and contacts in specific parts of Coventry -- it became apparent that we were almost cousins! How lovely.
Now I'm using Jeremy's previous experience to help me formulate an initial survey form to learn the basic facts about people who I can interview and photograph for my project.
Serendipity strikes again!
John
Sunday 25 February 2018
Saturday 17 February 2018
Hello This Saturday Evening;
Leicester have just beaten Harlequins and four people are posing about on a TV programme called The Voice -- then there's the contenstants, warbling away, trying to sound like their heroes. Why?
As for me, I wanted to shoot some Devizes Town action this morning so drove in, parked the Volvo in front of The Bear and looked around. At nothing. Oh, there were a few people about, mainly strangers looking at maps to find out where the hell they are or locals waiting for a bus to take them to somewhere more interesting. But as far as excitement was concerned, it was there in a negative quantity.
So I got myself a haircut. Well, I'd missed my regular appointment two days before Christmas so I was looking like something from a desert island who'd not seen a human being for fifty years.
I walked out from the barbers shop convinced that I was going to find scenes and people I wanted to photograph; interesting souls doing fascinating things, lit with a most beautiful light.
These are he picures I took:
Leicester have just beaten Harlequins and four people are posing about on a TV programme called The Voice -- then there's the contenstants, warbling away, trying to sound like their heroes. Why?
As for me, I wanted to shoot some Devizes Town action this morning so drove in, parked the Volvo in front of The Bear and looked around. At nothing. Oh, there were a few people about, mainly strangers looking at maps to find out where the hell they are or locals waiting for a bus to take them to somewhere more interesting. But as far as excitement was concerned, it was there in a negative quantity.
So I got myself a haircut. Well, I'd missed my regular appointment two days before Christmas so I was looking like something from a desert island who'd not seen a human being for fifty years.
I walked out from the barbers shop convinced that I was going to find scenes and people I wanted to photograph; interesting souls doing fascinating things, lit with a most beautiful light.
These are he picures I took:
Well, that was Devizes this Saturday morning.
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