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Lyke Wake Dirge

On this night, on this night,
Every night and all,
Hearth and house and candle-light,
And Christ receive your soul.

When from here away you pass
Every night and all,
To Thorny Moor you come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave hose and shoes,
Every night and all,
Sit then down and put them on;
And Christ receive your soul.

But if hose and shoes you gave none
Every night and all,
The thorns shall prick you to the bare bone;
And Christ receive your soul.

From Thorny Moor then you may pass,
Every night and all,
To Bridge of Dread you come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave silver and gold,
Every night and all,
At Bridge of Dread you’ll find foothold,
And Christ receive your soul.

But if silver and gold you gave none
Every night and all:
You’ll tumble down into Hell’s flames
And Christ receive your soul.

From Bridge of Dread then you may pass,
Every night and all,
To Purgatory fire you’ll come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave meat or drink,
Every night and all,
The fire will never make you shrink;
And Christ receive your soul.

But if meat or drink you gave none,
Every night and all,
The fire will burn you to the bare bone;
And Christ receive your soul.

On this night, on this night,
Every night and all,
Hearth and house and candle-light,
And Christ receive your soul.

Receive My Soul

Mother and Daughter

My mam doesn’t like her photograph taken.  She would only sit in the chair with her back to me whilst I took a mother and daughter portrait.  She asked to look at the photograph and then told me that I was very naughty.  She loves me really.

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Mapping 2………

Continuing my experimentation with the Death in the Landscape photographs.  I am still looking at mapping the photographs although I am not sure how to present them.  This is one way I am looking at.  I am trying to correlate the relationship between the photograph, the location and the landscape.  Whether to do it seperately or merged like these photographs.  As I explore them more I come across more themes, ie, the way we travel now, how we mourn, how the public perceive these memorials.    I feel sadness when I see them, knowing that a family has lost someone they love.  Who will remember them in years to come as a new generation travels the roads.  Close by to where I live some young lads lost their life on a bend.  I do not know who they were, it was when I was a baby, but if I pass the spot with my mam she always mentions it.  There is no memorial there but it is still a memory for some people.  How long will that last when those who were alive when it happened are gone?  Will someone who is searching for their ancestry visit the spot where their relatives died?

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Hetton le Hole

Colours

I am drawn constantly to flowers.  But even though their colours are so vibrant I still prefer to see them in black and white.  Maybe that is how life is, black and white.  I continue with my dedication to the loss of my beloved dog by dedicating these photographs to her and the happiness she brought to life.  Some people may think it strange to love an animal so much and to mourn its loss so greatly.  But animals can enrich someones life greatly.  They learn us so much about emotions and how to be kind to others.  And their dedication to their owners is immense.

Heavenly Pip

My Dear Old Mam

There is a two-fold thing happening in my life right now.  I’m taking photographs of my mam. Forever photos.  She’s 88 on Monday.  How much longer will she live?  Who knows.  Life is strange like that.  We can’t predict what is going to happen.  Or how long we  will live.  There is a sense of urgency to it too.  A kind of capturing memories for when the inevitable happens.  A last chance to make someone last forever.  When she goes I will lose a connection, a connection to a past that I came from.  That is a scary concept.  To have one parent is hard, but to have none.  Well it doesn’t bear thinking about.  Who will I ask about the past, who will tell me the tales that she keeps hidden.  So now I take photographs.  Of a life once lived.  A life that once danced and laughed.  A life that once experienced but now sits and waits.

Mam

And the two-fold thing…….  Well I’ve been researching the family tree for my mam.  On the maternal side.  Trying to find out, for my mam, where her grandmother and grandfather came from.  And I’ve succeeded.  I’ve got answers for her.  Surprising answers too.  My mam never knew her grandparents on her mothers side.  I sense, a tale, of sadness, of rejection somewhere there.   My mam is very protective of her mother, was very protective.  Still is, of her memory.  I sense a story there.  A sad story, one which I will gently capture.  Things start to make sense.   Things from my childhood make sense.  Injustices, betrayals, rejection.  Answers, answers, answers, please.  But they will come.  Slowly, and gently.

Finding a way.

Things develop, projects more forward.   The more I think about the mapping the more it makes sense.   There are landmarks all across our country.  Places where battles were fought, places where kings left this mortal coil.  They are the past.   The shrines that I now take photos of are the present.  When do they become the past.  Do they remain forever. 

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Mapping…

This is what I do on my day off .  Mapping for my death in the Landscape project.  Maps show alot of things, churches, service stations, monuments, etc.  My map will show the spot where I have taken my photos.   This is where people have died and shrines have been put up.   I’m still trying to get a narrative for this project but just can’t seem to get it from head to paper.   What I can see is normal life + death + remembrance.   Maybe one day I’ll understand what I’m trying to show.  

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