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	<title>Chris Phillips - photoblog</title>
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		<name>Christopher Phillips</name>
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	<updated>2008-07-09T00:05:38Z</updated>
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				ENGLAND IN SPRING
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				Although this photograph gives no clue - this is the longest village in England: Branscombe in Devon. At our monthly brain-storming session we seriously considered converting this into a snowscene - using icing sugar instead of that dreadfully slippery china clay slurry. But on a dummy run it rained - seizing the muck-spreader solid.
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		<updated>2008-07-09T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				ENGLAND IN SPRING
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				On my way home from the vicarage this morning I stopped to photograph this vista of the northern slopes of Bath. The field usually contains sheep: but on this occasion they seemed to be curiously and rather disturbingly absent. Oh dear...
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		<updated>2008-07-08T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				ENGLAND IN SPRING
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				This is the Axe Estuary. Ahead of us we see the River Axe: running from right to left into the open sea near Seaton. In the background a tram trundles along its scenic line. The sky comes courtesy of Photoshop - with its dramatic cloud formations and tantalising blue. I have bought a job-lot of these skies, which Mr Evans kindly helped me to stack in my shed. So you will see more of them as time progresses.
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		<updated>2008-07-07T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				ENGLAND IN SPRING
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				This is the charming village of Salcombe Regis in Devon. I have often enjoyed koffie and crumpets with my singing coach Mrs Matthews here in this discreet little hideaway... It is very satisfying to find a civilised little corner of the world like this - where people ask few if any questions.
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		<updated>2008-07-06T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				ENGLAND IN SPRING
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				Well now that spring has sprung I thought it might be a good idea to travel to the outermost fringes of civilisation for this current shot - to Garway on the borders of the Celtic fringe. I sometimes come here and sit: broodily drinking Bloody Marys whilst observing the woad covered tribes in the far distance. Occasionally I wave in their direction but they studiously ignore my screeches, jeers and amateur bird calls - preferring instead to poke the ground with sticks in their unending search for beetles.
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		<updated>2008-07-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				WINTER CONTINUES UNABATED
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				For this shot we got as far as stripping the leaves off the trees - but we were unable to drive lorries containing china clay slurry through the narrow lanes hereabouts in Somerset. Not only that - but the sheep were completely refusing to co-operate by now: they had all become fully paid up members of the actors' union en masse - insisting they be allowed to attend attend drama school before appearing in any of the shots. One of them actually called me 'Darling' - if you please! The one success (as always) was the Photoshop sky.
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		<updated>2008-07-04T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				DE MEDIO ZOMER
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				Finally we brought a few of Mr Dufftown's garden sheep down to the site for the day - put them in the nearest field and told them (whatever their private concerns) to act naturally. I think the photograph shows in actuality they were affronted, surly and refusing to co-operate. All set up and done (and after much pleading and bargaining with the sheep) I took this final picture before we all went back home. Mr Dufftown put the sheep back in the truck, Mr Powell rolled up the sky for re-use at a later date and I packed the suntan oil, cameras, lights and tripods away. Then we retired to the Cotswolds for for thee en geroosterde crumpets - leaving farmer Sandford the task of cleaning up the landscape. Funny man: never smiles.
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		<updated>2008-07-03T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				MID SUMMER
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				The next part of the equation was more problematical - how to turn green meadows into snowscapes? I approached Mr Sandford, who farms this land, and asked him if I could chop down the hedgerows and some trees (for better all round camera visibility ) and then apply several hundred thousand metric tonnes of china clay waste products over his fields to mimic the effect of snow. He advised me to bugger off. After I reminded him of his prediliction for certain activities involving physical correction during his younger days as a swimming coach he had a welcome change of heart - so Mr Dufftown, Mr Powell and I spent the good part of a week applying this white slurry to the landscape. We borrowed Mr Sandford's muck-spreader for this. The task was so great we didn't have enough material to cover all the fields!
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		<updated>2008-07-02T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				MID SUMMER
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				The photographic adjustments needed to turn this summer shot into a winter composition started by applying a suitably appropriate sky - with Photoshop. No need for the services of the Twiddlemeister Of Droitwich here!
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		<updated>2008-07-01T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				MID SUMMER
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				Well now it's mid summer the time has come to take some landscape pictures. Unfortunately at this time of year everything is far too green and lush to be photographically interesting. The thing to do therefore is to roll up one's sleeves and get cracking - to effect a fake winter. It's quite easy when you know how.
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		<updated>2008-06-30T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				UNIVERSITY OF BATH BUILDS NEW FACULTY OF TWIDDLING
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				no photographer comment
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		<updated>2008-06-29T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				ADDITIONAL AMUSEMENTS WITH VEGETABLES
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				I therefore took my hilariously mis-shapen vegetable to my friends the goats at the end of Mr Bence's garden. I was convinced we would have a riotously amusing morning laughing at it. How wrong I was. For when I arrived they ignored my friendly greeting and said they would no longer join me in ridiculing bent cucumbers and overwight peas. They preferred instead to lead a more serious life in these trying times. I walked back home: chasened at the thought that innocent pleasures of the past were fast receding.
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		<updated>2008-06-28T00:00:00Z</updated>
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