On The Road with Vicky Lamburn

Excuse the slightly more obscure postings of late, I have been feeling lyrical…

At some point in my life I will no longer be young,
and that wanderlust in the recent past will become not a memory but forgotten history.
And in history we become ghosts and a poetic whimsy unconnected with the present.
But in love, lust, sex and cigarettes there is a future.

And why in cigarettes the being of death immortalised in smoke and tobacco-paper smoke is there future?
Why in any of this immortal chasing is there any future in the sand-prints of our time,
And if any of those shoreline marks do make the difference
Then a small plume of post-lust cigarette smoke won’t make the slightest dent on us yet.

Life so short of small pleasures which often real ecstasy is replaced with the subversions of solace
And in the birds’ twitter and the squirrels’ scamp lies a crooked eye
Self preservation pulsing and this is the small pleasure of life that replaced lust, love and cigarettes
Cocaine, ecstasy and the riding thump of the darkened night so long ago in those unimportant youthful pasts

Though for youth that unimportant past you look down on isn’t so throwaway
It ain’t so impermanent as to be the smoke from your cigarette that is so gone away by now
It’s the formation of four score and the to be permanent and formative moments of a lifetime
A lifetime of step forward, step back, hand up and hand down, of love, lust, sex, and cigarettes.

You are our past and we are your future, we all want to stamp our mark in those sands of time
But those sands they shift and twist, hell-bent and despotic they stride in the annals of time
We’ll all be forgotten given enough strokes of the big hand.
So why is a cigarette after love, lust and sex so bad after all?

I’ve been thinking now, back to then, when warming filters make it glow

And when was then? Some distant guitar strung halcyon I’ll forever chase.

Catching the catchlights in the eyes’ of the distant past, and somehow I now stand lost.

I know I once held THAT eclectic electric that ignites in their lustful eyes

The excitement of the kiss and the first gaze of wanderlust and now it seems so distant and commonly cold

I know I am trying to find my way in the acerbic realm of the twenty first

Can you remember that feeling? A feeling so deadened since ninety-seven.

And now all I chase are the fragments in new towns and the rays of suns since set

I know I am still trying to find that wonderland long since lost and where is my mind in this quixotic democracy

But it is still flickering in those sideway glances on the M1, 421 and Secklow Gates

And while I still chase those steady recollections I remain alive pacing through the days of daily adult revelation

Where did that glowing world go and from where did innocence cross the rooftops?

I wish to be lost in your eyes and try and find that spark that seems so dampened now.

And where is excitement, that gentle caress in the lonely night in the Travelodge.

What in the hell is all this for and who am I trying to replace in this photographic mind of mine

I’m still searching that electric connection I left behind in O’Hare that is fading now like that day in eighty-seven

So should I walk away from you girls with your sparked destiny crossing your eyes as you kiss?

I think not.

So should I leave this bizarre democratised landscape where I am at least roaming free with a smashed vision?

No.

At least definite answer in sodium city lights.

I wish I could touch that jean belt hip.

I wish I could connect beyond my own.

I wish I could impart what I see to them out there.

This woman’s become an island since o-five.

I just want to cross those rouge lips again without the crush of nine to five.

And no energy pours from inside where the bill paying denizen resides.

I can’t do well when I’m stuck inside clawing at the windows to be free from AD 2009.

When am I going to leave this realm?

Just let me touch that shoulder with my Kodachromed gaze and I’ll be fine

When I’ve escaped this nightmare realm and touched those elusive lips again

Try as I might, this bucolic gaze has become hackneyed

But I know its lustful electric is real.

As some may be aware, I’m finally hunkering down on a project that most people I’ve told about it are scratching their heads about in equal measures of bemusement and amusement. A photo study of Milton Keynes. Unusual for someone who generally really likes landscape photography but not that unusual if you know me. I’ve got quirky interests and I’m happy for it to stay that way.

• New 3/5/09 : Milton Keynes: The Future

Why am I doing this?

I’ve always had an equal appreciation for the built environment as I have the rural landscape. I know what I like and I don’t. I hate the Twyford Down cutting, but I love the spot near Greatham Bridge. I feel somewhat repelled by Leicester but thoroughly enthralled (obsessed perhaps is closer to the truth) by Milton Keynes. It is bizarre but there you go. I can only explain it’s because the many times I went there when I was little and the massive impression it made on me when I was little. I’m trying to explore that wonder in this current work.

What is it? Aims and Goals?

It’s a mixture of landscape photography and street photography. I’m seeking out what I find pleasing and even beautiful about the place, and also the people that truly make the place. I’ve gone in with a fairly open mind and acknowledge (and you will see it in the final book) that not everything is perfect and that some of the commonly cited ‘issues’ with MK on a couple of counts have some decent grounding behind them. My aim is a personal one, to capture why I like the place so much and why I feel it is important to Britain as a whole. Goals are for ambitious people and I am not doing this for world peace or something profoundly impossible. My goal might be for a few people to pick it up and have their perceptions changed or at least a seed of intrigue to be sowed.

I’m very cautious of ending up with a Pittsburgh Project and if I am utterly honest: I think this is my Pittsburgh Project, but I’m putting a start and end on it for impression:mk – for my own sanity and the project’s success. I’m not suggestion I have even 1% the brilliance of W Eugene Smith, but I can see a thread of similarity. After all, arguably this is a project I started when I first visited the city in the 80s, thought about photographing at school and then began slowly in 2004 before taking a 5 year hiatus on the project. I was meant to start again late 2006 but other issues tainted progress.

Where can I read more about this project and inter-related issues?

• Book preface
• Milton Keynes: The Future

What does the project name mean?

Milton Keynes is abbreviated MK all over the place, and I can’t think of anyone who lives in MK that wouldn’t know what you meant if you said MK to them. The impression part is in the literally sense an impression, a subjective view of a topic/subject. It’s also a direct nod to impressionism and one of my all time favourite paintings: Impression, Sunrise. Finally, as with many current developments, the names of them seem to follow a pattern e.g. Stadium:MK, the hub:mk and the centre:mk

How am I doing it?

Largely I am using my Leica M2 and I’m visiting often, all seasons and spending weekends and sometimes longer (depending on if I can get time off work and annual leave allowance permitting!) staying in the city and walking and driving around. I’m a very keen walker so some visits I have walked upwards of 30 miles in one weekend but its one of the few ways to really get to grips with the place. Intentionally you can’t see much from the car from the grid roads.

I’m also using a Canon EOS 3 for the night exposures and any telephoto based shots (which are minimal.)

Unusually for me, the project is largely in colour although I do have some very nice black and white shots but I’m inclined to keep them back as I’m concerned that consistency will not be achieved by mixing between colour, duotone, black and white etc.

So far I have used colour wise: Kodachrome 64 (bulk of daytime work), Fuji Provia 100F (remainder of daytime work and pretty much all night time long exposure work) and for black and white  Kodak Tri X at box speed and pushed to 1600, and Fuji Neopan Acros for the finer daytime work. Black and white development has been by myself (originally using ID11, now using Xtol) and processing for Kodachrome has been done by Dwayne’s in Kansas, USA. E6 processing by Peak Imaging.

In the last ten years since I joined eBay, I have grown steadily annoyed over their practices.

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Apparently on the 2nd of March 2009, my lickle blog was rated by WordPress 84th for Growing Blogs.

I’m not sure what that means but it sounds good. Maybe some one does read my inane drivel hehe.

March 2nd 2009 : growing blogs

I should qualify that, modern life in the UK and probably many other countries too. (The USA and Canada I guess, probably much of Europe etc.)

It’s this whole dispersal of family thing.

My parents live 180 miles away (or I live 180 miles away) and I only see them in snippets each year, it’s like being a family in ’sneak-peeks’ three or four times a year. It would be so much better if you could be closer to family. But the work is where I live.

It makes me feel sad driving away after a week with them. I do miss them…

I had a thought (hey no need to dive into the bushes) — I’m going to be doing the North Downs Way this summer (June) and part of the walk requires you to cross the Medway River on one of the Medway bridges carrying the M2 motorway (scenic huh) and I’ll be taking my Leica M2 to document the journey.

I’ll be with my M2 on the M2…

Ok sorry

Medway Bridges - M2 Southbound, Northbound and High Speed 1 (Rail) - Photo by Akanekai (Creative Commons Licence)

The other M2, my Leica M2

If you are anything like me, you will have lots of ideas and you will want to get them all done at the same time, with one caveat — that like most people the ideas are there but after work sometimes the resolve is not. Preferential when your eyes are tired and your brain drained is to vegetate in front of the television and watch pretty naff programming. And if you do dare switch on the computer you invariably spend your time reading forums, blog posts and other bits rather than actually getting your grand plans done. But what’s worse, you feel downright annoyed with yourself as you are helpless to actually get on with that great idea.
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Just found this gem: LIFE magazine photo archive

Enjoy

Bodiam Castle, East Sussex

Taken shortly after sunrise on 21 Feb 2009
I really do love using the Leica M2

Leica M2, Kodak EBX 100, Hoya 81A and Voigtlander Ultron 35mm