Fitzwilliam Museum

Experimenting while very much not being in the horrible environment of the William Blake exhibition upstairs.

These are all processed through Nik Silver Efex - Full Spectrum (Harsh) - with some increase in texture where necessary to create a crisp black and white image, then creating a second image in full colour but gaussian blurred by 80%, layering the B&W above the colour images and then changing the B&W layer blend mode to Overlay/Multiply/Hard Light - whatever had the desired effect.

I realise now I’ve spelt it out that I’ve accidentally invented frequency separation, and then taken it to extremes. Nevertheless I like it.

This last one was the best part of the William Blake exhibition. The rooms went from total dark blue, through green, this red-to-orange room, and then yellow. The idea was nice, but the cramped dark first room just made me feel extra neurodivergent so I had to leave.

North Wales | Day 4

Diary of a 54 year old man who fell hard on the rocks yesterday and fucked both of his hands, all of his ribs, and one of his legs.

6:30am. It is raining hard. I hurt. Dead people.

St Hywyn’s Church, Aberdaron

8:00am. Whistling Sands. I have put the seat down in the car, set the lumbar support to full, turned the heated seat to max and lain here as if in traction until the rain stopped. Finally went to explore. The sand doesn’t whistle when it’s wet. No pictures. Meh. Meh meh meh.

9:30am. Porthdinilaen. Via two ibuprofen, two paracetamol, a cup of tea, a creme egg, three fried eggs, three hash browns, mushrooms, beans and a tomato. Feeling a bit better as a result. Pictures.

Happy dog.

Showed this to the owners. They thought I was trying to sell it to them, or just that I was mad. The lurching and wincing didn’t help probably.

Anchor chain

Rust

Little seaweed stands up to the Irish Sea

12:00 Trefor. Meh. Can’t be arsed.

13:00 Back in Bangor. Let’s look at the pier before returning.

Gosh it’s irritating that those two are different sizes.