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Showing posts with label Edward Burtynsky. Show all posts
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Saturday, 30 June 2012

Progress on Plot 14

June 2010 ~ Victoria Jubilee Allotments are opened
Plot 14 - September 2010
June 2011
This is a reminder from June last year of how much I had to learn about the craft of digging...
...Coming back to Ano Korakiana after a couple of days digging like that I could hardly move, my spine hurt so. In Venice - on the way - I was hobbling on a stick. For 24 hours I lay on the wood floor at 208 Democracy Street and read. It took me a minute to get up. I couldn't carry a cup of tea upstairs. Since then I've improved my skills greatly. My back hasn't given me such a problem since. 
June 2012 ~ a tractable mess
I'm not making excuses. I've found working an allotment - 200 square metres - hard work. I'm persevering. I'm pleased. Four rows of potatoes - 2 of Estima and 2 of Marfona - are coming along nicely, earthed up again this morning. There are rows of cabbages at the front and back of the plot. Lin's started flower beds that are getting rooted. A chunk of the plot is covered with black plastic to suppress weed. I'm starting to fold that back to plant seeds (parsnips, tomato and spinach) in the clearer earth left after 8 months of being covered.

There's a sturdy free-cycled shed on recovered slabs to which I've added a sturdy veranda. I share its use with two other gardeners. We've laid wood chip paths, and I've set out a composting area near the fence between me and the park. I'm growing four rows of onions from sets;..
Recovered builders' bags for composting
... my broad beans are coming along well, as are runner beans. Vanley gave me a few lettuce to plant last week. All the time I'm learning. Back in 2011 I dug over the whole plot and removed the larger weed roots. big stones, bricks and other detritus. I'm following Vanley's advice regarding the uncultivated parts of the plot. Let it grow weeds, just cutting them back with a sickle or scythe before they seed, but don't waste energy digging and clearing the ground unless you are ready to sow it. So. I'm working on looking after what's coming along at the moment and being relaxed about what's fallow. It's pleasant to see a large mallow thriving in the middle of the plot. I've planted a vine and five fruit trees close to the shed and just west of the shed I'm preparing a space for where a beehive can go surrounded by Buddleia and scented flowers, now we've been through the initial process of getting permissions from the Council and the site Association. My friend Mike Tye has taken over an area of about 9 square metres to grow potatoes and other greens, on a scale that suits him on a patch in the middle ground of the June 2012 photo. Judging Plot 14 against other plots on the Victoria Jubilee Allotments I would place myself well below the best. These are a pleasure to see. I would also place myself well above plots that are semi-abandoned, ill-worked -  effectively ready to be handed to someone else. I heard recently from the Hon Sec that there have been 28 plots given up; exceptionally high. People take these up as an idea, as a dream - having little idea of how much hard work is involved. I did know this would not be easy. There were times when I got to a point of not wanting to go out to work on the VJA, but since the major digging has been done and - perhaps most important - I've been tutored in gardening; learning how to be more efficient, and we've started to eat food grown on the allotment, I know that barring disability, I've turned that corner. This is going to work out.
Couch
Pulling and digging couch grass up by the roots needs attention to detail, but every time I gently haul out another length of those shallow white roots with their keen little rhizomes I think how much work the next lot of couch will have to do to get that much hold again. One hour on hands and knees among my onions and I've teased out couch grass that will take weeks, maybe months to regrow. I've been told that if one keeps on removing it - widespread though it is and tedious though it may be - it will eventually cease to be such a problem. I can hoe it away when its seedlings appear, because its spreading roots once removed need time to re-establish themselves.
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My choice of Estima and Marfona arose from the pleasure I got from the baked spuds with a rich serving of butter sold from the Dinky Donuts stand in the Birmingham Rag Market for £1.50; £2 with a cup of tea. They know I like the skin nearly burned - firm almost crispy. I eat the lot.
Pretty sure this one's a Marfona

Amanda, there, told me their choice of potatoes for baking. These are the seed potatoes I found in Oldbury via the web and which should be ready to lift in another month.
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Tomorrow is the last day of Edward Burtynsky exhibition Oil at the Photographers Gallery in Ramillies Street London. Burtynsky has taken pictures of landscapes scarred by the extraction of oil, and the cities and suburban sprawl connected with its use. 'In no way' he writes 'can one encompass the influence and extended landscape of this thing we call oil.'
Breezewood, Pennsylvania - its name an eponym for such landscapes
Tom Clark's blog Beyond the Pale shows some more of Burtynky's powerful work, as does this record of an interview with him. (See also Marc Augé Non-Places: Introduction to an Anthropology of Supermodernity, The Axis of Hypermobility, and John Adams on the Social Consequences of Hypermobility)
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Minoti Chakravati-Kaur has emailed me from the Western Isles - places off the high west coast of Scotland I've never visited:

Dearest Simon. Early morning in Portree at the Isle of Skye and just getting ready to set out for Brin Croft and on the way to see the iconic castle of Eilean Donan. I am blessed with a desire and God has gone along with it and so a price has to be paid. See how you and Theodora have enriched my life.
    Yes I will leave the shirt in its fabIndia bag with Theodora. I will also give her a shepherd woven shawl which I thought she could throw over her shoulders when she watches TV. I will take as many pictures as I can in Brin Croft where we hope to reach at around 3 pm and will try to video record her for a little while if she allows us to do so.
Chicken coup? wow that is what I have wanted to do for a while.
I will certainly send you the photographs we have taken on Lewis and Harris - I have never seen such white sands in my life before and the colour of the sea around them in shades of turquoise and blue and green and a mixture of all three such that I cannot even describe adequately. We had to video record them as it was impossible to capture the sight on a camera in one shot.
Western Isles
   I also wanted to show you the Harris Tweed I have bought and some wool to knit waist coats to match with them. The herringbone design in charcoal grey. I literally tracked down weavers and saw them at work on their looms on Lewis and Harris and made friends with them all. One of them Donald Mackay will be receiving the MBE award on Monday. It is fascinating and I intend introducing the Gaddi shepherds to the idea as they too have looms but have not been able to continue against the competition they have against Australian merino and fluctuating wool prices in the world. That is why I would like you to see Theodora's shawl it has come from the loom of a Gaddi shepherd whom I befriended in Delhi when he comes down with those shawls.  Will write more after I reach home in Langford on Tuesday. See you then and stay happy and cheerful. Love from your friend Minoti 
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I'm over halfway through Vikram Seth's A Suitable Boy - begun in early May. I've just been sent my copy of Lawrence Durrell's - until now - unpublished novel Judith, edited and introduced by Richard Pine, who's been involved in helping organised celebrations of Durrell's Centenary in Corfu at the Durrell School.
It's set in 1945-48 in the final years of the British Administration of Palestine. Judith is a scientist refugee from Germany 'working on formulae vital to Jewish exploitation of oil reserves...' The other part of the plot has her Nazi ex-husband helping the Arab's to resist the arrival of the new state of Israel. Do I want to read this? I can't quite see how it's going to end.  In January 2009 Dhiaa and I had an exchange about Christians, Jews and Arabs...
'I think the three main world religions (Christianity, Islam and Judaism) can and must save the world' he wrote 'because they are also capable of destroying it.'
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How I miss dear Ano Korakiana for all my delight in what I'm doing in England. Thank goodness for the chance to glimpse the village website by Thanassis Spingos....
Βαφτίσια χθες, Κυριακή το απόγευμα, στον Άη-Θανάση...a baptism, Sunday evening in Ano Korakiana, in Ag.Thanasi, which among its 36 churches, is the 'cathedral', η «μητρόπολη», of the village, priest Kostas (who back in February promised a prayer for Oliver) baptises Αγγελική...
...Angela, daughter of Stamatis and Marcella, κόρη του Σταμάτη και της Μαρκέλλας. After the ceremony, through the summer dusk and late into the summer evening, a crowd of guests enjoyed a rich buffet in the courtyard of the church (my translation)
My note: In the Orthodox church baptism is the same as christening. A child has no formal or shared name until this event, being called 'the child' or 'baby' until it's immersed, unclothed, into the big bowl. The more the toddler screams the better. Devils are being driven out. In fact at all the Greek baptisms we've attended this ducking isn't anything like as traumatic as it sounds, with parents and godparents and sisters, brothers and cousins all about, plus lots of hugs and embraces in a big dry towel and the water tested to ensure it's the same temperature as a baby bath.
As far over the village as Ag.Thanasi is below, the view from Ag Isidoras
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When cars were fun ~ my grandma driving a a Renault type EU in the 1920s
12 years ago I wrote this in Local Government Studies
I see a new jargon phrase on the horizon - 'moral mobility' - as the Pharisee said in that salutory lesson, I have long known that as an urban cyclist I am not as other men are...Seriously tho' I reviewed a book and two policy reports over 10 years ago on reducing autodependency, and here I'm scanning a piece of research happy to refer to 'moral mobility'.
'...car-dominated mobility has been significantly fractured'
..for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased..

Monday, 29 October 2007

An amicable divorce

I have just seen my car driven away by a friend who's got it for free. I've been 'deciding' for 5 years - maybe longer. But the final decision to be rid of it came a week ago, since when it's sat in our drive, insurance cancelled. It helped that the cost of repairing its transmission was assessed as more than its worth. I have not been without a car since the 1960s. This evening is a moment long anticipated, regularly postponed. My family seem to have had cars since they were toys. I recovered an old photo of Barbara Maine, my maternal grandmother Bar, in her Peugeot smoking a cheroot. I recall having some of my happiest childhood times in cars, with my family. What I best remember (something written about and filmed at the time) is the accessibility to places all over Britain we got from having a car in the 1950s. I realise we drove - 50 years ago - on roads that most people now see in absurd advertisements - filmed on locations in Croatia or Albania. My mother and step-father were writers and journalists through the late 1940s and '50s. Cars were part of their salaries. We had the means to drive. We would arrive at places where there would be no cars for miles - or very few. We could park next to beaches, cliff tops, and high ridges with mighty views (see what I mean about advertising?). We reconnoitred long, lightly-paved rural lanes ending in cul-de-sacs where, after a word with a the farmer, we set up tent and fished in clear trout streams. We ate our catch fried in butter. I was often very happy - innocent of being in a vanguard of social change. My step-father remarked once, when I was going on once about the 'beauties of the countryside' (I was a literary youth) that this sort of thing wouldn't last. 'We're doing things the very rich could do. Now we are doing it. Soon everyone will be doing it! We're part of the rot.' In later years he observed that the central dilemma of socialism (quoting Bertrand Russell) was that 'you can ruin anything by making it available to everybody.' From the mid '60s, life on the open road, new motorways notwithstanding, became increasingly closed. The freeway became unfree as more and more people, understandably, sought access to a possession we'd enjoyed more exclusively. The freedoms promised by the advertisers of cars became more and more conditional. Friends of friends were killed in them and by them. I started travelling abroad to get away from the crowds in my own country - often walking and relying on trains and buses when going to lonelier places that were still places. Travelling with my wife, we seldom returned more than twice because we could always see material prosperity spreading - as it rightly should - but in the process blighting the quietness and slowness of more self-sufficient economies we'd visited as guests rather than an important part of the new local economy. We saw fishing boats laid up and replaced by marinas and yachts. We saw heritage signage spreading, as places became consumer items and we became harvest. We too had been consuming but we'd usually enjoyed the only table in the house.
In old age, my father said
'The only places left to live will be the cracks between the concrete. I advise you to to live in places already ruined. Maybe you will find the wisdom to make them better in some new way none of us understand."
Photo from Richard Risemberg's 'Bicycle Fixation'
I did not revisit my childhood experiences of motor touring until 1995, when with my young children we toured the Peloponnese in a hired car. We had had help from the Greek half of my family identifying still isolated areas of the peninsula. The motorway southwest from Athens was under construction. We drove en famille from Athens via Corinth and Leonidi, Sparta, Kalamata and Messini to Pylos on almost empty roads, stopping when we wanted and having picnics, strolling together through ancient ruins. Stopping high in the Taygetos mountains in Lakonia (the point from where this summer's conflagration spread) one Sunday evening and hearing silence under a black sky pierced by a million stars (normally hidden above the yellowing pall of light polluted England), with no sound except the cooling cracking of the car, hot from ascending a narrow zigzag road where we encountered no other vehicle for half-hours at a time. I took joy seeing my little daughter and wife who, unlike me, had never been to Greece, walking among the remains of a civilisation I associate with my roots as well as my present family. The car took us to the edge of beaches and right up to tavernas where we could park and walk to a table. Only once an ill-judged detour 'to see the sea' at Koroni jammed us into the narrow walking streets of an ex-fishing village grid-locked by visiting motorists - foreign, and the new expanding Greek middle classes, and us. Back in England I saw this holiday as an anachronistic replay of my motoring childhood and realised I could not keep trying to stay ahead of people with the same aspirations as myself but slightly further back in the rat race. I had to start thinking about my step-father's old age advice. I kept my car but reduced my annual mileage below 3000. My favoured way of getting about became my feet, my bicycle, train or bus, while car ownership just went on increasing. I have indeed found contentment and interest in the cracks in the concrete. I have watched wild fowl, inland seagulls, herons, urban rats, and foxes along canal towpaths, passing beneath the pillars of raised motorway junctions as I've cycled and walked the city, threading its congested roads and alleys free of worries about gridlock and parking. I have enjoyed picnics in the shadow of dilapidated industrial ruins. I've campaigned for more urban green space, for education for sustainable living. I've chatted across the rich world in cyberspace to like-minded people about ways to solve that central dilemma of making the riches of the world available to everyone without destroying it.
I've tried to imagine cities where more people will want to stay and make them into real places again instead of dismal, narrow economies where they can earn enough 'to get away.' I have found the roots of such cities in my own home town, as I walk and cycle about. Anyone hearing moralising in these reflections, should know that we fly to places still, that there's still a car in the drive (my wife's). My daughter has just bought her own. We are profligate with energy. This is more about about ending my long taken-for-granted relationship with the car - my auto-dependency. It's been a gentle separation, then an amicable divorce from a long and increasingly jaded marriage of convenience.
[A piece I wrote 7 years ago about 'cutting my car use']

[Back to the future 14/01/08 Alex Taylor, Fortune senior editor: DETROIT (2008 Detroit Motor Show number) -- If you are looking for some insight into what the automobile of the future will look like you could do worse than talk with Tom Lane. An American, he runs all of Nissan's Product Strategy and Product Planning from his office in Tokyo. Unlike most executives, he welcomes the imposition of new U.S. fuel regulations that mandate 35 miles per gallon by 2020. "It is not an issue" for Nissan (NSANY) he says. He expects the new regs to drive more small cars, improved technology, and a broader variety of shapes and sizes, as designers try to get more variety out of similarly-sized vehicles. But he points to some discouraging global trends that don't bode well for the industry. He notes that consumers in Japan are losing their mojo when it comes to cars. The population is aging, and younger drivers would rather spend their money on new cellphones and Internet access." Japan is increasingly not interested in new cars," he says. The population in Europe is aging too, and Lane sees similar ennui spreading there. As car ownership becomes more expensive and cities increasingly impose congestion pricing on car usage in center cities, he sees car owners switching to mass transit for their daily commute, and then renting cars for longer trips. "The U.S. is headed that way," he says. "The challenge for us, going forward, is a more interesting offer. Doing a better Sentra or an Altima isn't going to do it." [Review article 'Reducing our dependence on the car', Local Government Studies (2000) 20:1, pp.101-110]
['Cutting car use' Bicycle Fixation 2000]
[Back to the future. AlterNet piece on driving cars in July 2008]
[Back to the future 11 Oct 2009: The auto industry frets over young people's lack of interest in driving]
[Back to the future 14 Oct 2009: Oil ~ From extraction to consumption: an exhibition by Edward Burtynsky]
[Back to the future: 14/06/10 Lament for today's cars]
[Back to the future: 28/03/12: Edward Burtynsky ~ Automotive detritus, Oil ]

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