20th August 2014

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20th August 2014

This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
Wordy version
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
Wordy version
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
Wordy version
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
Wordy version
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
Wordy version
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset

This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.

Wordy version


Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom

A photoset

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19th August 2014

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19th August 2014

Not so wordy version
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
I visited the IF Festival at Willen lake this summer and walked around  Willen Lake. or “Willen Lakes” as it now seems to be called. Here is a photoset of some sporty people using the WakeMK cables letting them practice waterski-ing and wake boarding.
In the summer of 1996 I spent a week on the lake doing watersports. I got sunburnt, exhausted and fell in love with someone I’d never speak with.
All the blisters that marked where we had had our BCG injections got infected as we fell and fell and fell into the lake, our feet touching the soft clay bottom
Some of the school friends I spent the that lively week  with filled with laughter and heart ache are still my friends. Some went to my wedding, some I don’t remember anymore. Their faces ravaged by lossy memory.
Even in the years before that Willen Lake was where my family would go for days out. It was also where my longest bike rides would take me. I couldn’t conceive of a destination further than there. Neither could I imagine a lake any bigger.
How small my world, how innocent I denied being.
Two years later I would fall in love again,  only to be quickly submerged into an elfshot body that I very nearly drowned in. 5 years later I would stand atop the CN Tower of Toronto looking out with wonder as the lights of New York’s skyscrapers just poked up and over the horizon, twinkling as the line of sight was doused by the waves of Lake Superior.
Toronto is where I would miss the death and funeral of one of the friends who I’d shared Willen lake with.
6 years later I’d be in the Australian outback watching dawn peel away the cover of darkness from Uluru. And there, as here I’d think about the friend who’s gone and my broken heart.
12 years later I’d stand on top of a butte just outside of Mula sharing the flat-toped hill with the ruins of an Arab fortress having cycled for an hour under a blister of blue sky infected with red sand and air thickened into mucous by the Spanish sun.
Once again I think of him and of  her(s)
and as I look out of my window listening to the Galician and Castilian words floating up from the once Roman street below and feel the eternal stare of an 800 year old cathedral I think of him and of  her(s).
How small my world, how innocent I wish I was.
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset with words
Not so wordy version
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
I visited the IF Festival at Willen lake this summer and walked around  Willen Lake. or “Willen Lakes” as it now seems to be called. Here is a photoset of some sporty people using the WakeMK cables letting them practice waterski-ing and wake boarding.
In the summer of 1996 I spent a week on the lake doing watersports. I got sunburnt, exhausted and fell in love with someone I’d never speak with.
All the blisters that marked where we had had our BCG injections got infected as we fell and fell and fell into the lake, our feet touching the soft clay bottom
Some of the school friends I spent the that lively week  with filled with laughter and heart ache are still my friends. Some went to my wedding, some I don’t remember anymore. Their faces ravaged by lossy memory.
Even in the years before that Willen Lake was where my family would go for days out. It was also where my longest bike rides would take me. I couldn’t conceive of a destination further than there. Neither could I imagine a lake any bigger.
How small my world, how innocent I denied being.
Two years later I would fall in love again,  only to be quickly submerged into an elfshot body that I very nearly drowned in. 5 years later I would stand atop the CN Tower of Toronto looking out with wonder as the lights of New York’s skyscrapers just poked up and over the horizon, twinkling as the line of sight was doused by the waves of Lake Superior.
Toronto is where I would miss the death and funeral of one of the friends who I’d shared Willen lake with.
6 years later I’d be in the Australian outback watching dawn peel away the cover of darkness from Uluru. And there, as here I’d think about the friend who’s gone and my broken heart.
12 years later I’d stand on top of a butte just outside of Mula sharing the flat-toped hill with the ruins of an Arab fortress having cycled for an hour under a blister of blue sky infected with red sand and air thickened into mucous by the Spanish sun.
Once again I think of him and of  her(s)
and as I look out of my window listening to the Galician and Castilian words floating up from the once Roman street below and feel the eternal stare of an 800 year old cathedral I think of him and of  her(s).
How small my world, how innocent I wish I was.
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset with words
Not so wordy version
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
I visited the IF Festival at Willen lake this summer and walked around  Willen Lake. or “Willen Lakes” as it now seems to be called. Here is a photoset of some sporty people using the WakeMK cables letting them practice waterski-ing and wake boarding.
In the summer of 1996 I spent a week on the lake doing watersports. I got sunburnt, exhausted and fell in love with someone I’d never speak with.
All the blisters that marked where we had had our BCG injections got infected as we fell and fell and fell into the lake, our feet touching the soft clay bottom
Some of the school friends I spent the that lively week  with filled with laughter and heart ache are still my friends. Some went to my wedding, some I don’t remember anymore. Their faces ravaged by lossy memory.
Even in the years before that Willen Lake was where my family would go for days out. It was also where my longest bike rides would take me. I couldn’t conceive of a destination further than there. Neither could I imagine a lake any bigger.
How small my world, how innocent I denied being.
Two years later I would fall in love again,  only to be quickly submerged into an elfshot body that I very nearly drowned in. 5 years later I would stand atop the CN Tower of Toronto looking out with wonder as the lights of New York’s skyscrapers just poked up and over the horizon, twinkling as the line of sight was doused by the waves of Lake Superior.
Toronto is where I would miss the death and funeral of one of the friends who I’d shared Willen lake with.
6 years later I’d be in the Australian outback watching dawn peel away the cover of darkness from Uluru. And there, as here I’d think about the friend who’s gone and my broken heart.
12 years later I’d stand on top of a butte just outside of Mula sharing the flat-toped hill with the ruins of an Arab fortress having cycled for an hour under a blister of blue sky infected with red sand and air thickened into mucous by the Spanish sun.
Once again I think of him and of  her(s)
and as I look out of my window listening to the Galician and Castilian words floating up from the once Roman street below and feel the eternal stare of an 800 year old cathedral I think of him and of  her(s).
How small my world, how innocent I wish I was.
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset with words
Not so wordy version
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
I visited the IF Festival at Willen lake this summer and walked around  Willen Lake. or “Willen Lakes” as it now seems to be called. Here is a photoset of some sporty people using the WakeMK cables letting them practice waterski-ing and wake boarding.
In the summer of 1996 I spent a week on the lake doing watersports. I got sunburnt, exhausted and fell in love with someone I’d never speak with.
All the blisters that marked where we had had our BCG injections got infected as we fell and fell and fell into the lake, our feet touching the soft clay bottom
Some of the school friends I spent the that lively week  with filled with laughter and heart ache are still my friends. Some went to my wedding, some I don’t remember anymore. Their faces ravaged by lossy memory.
Even in the years before that Willen Lake was where my family would go for days out. It was also where my longest bike rides would take me. I couldn’t conceive of a destination further than there. Neither could I imagine a lake any bigger.
How small my world, how innocent I denied being.
Two years later I would fall in love again,  only to be quickly submerged into an elfshot body that I very nearly drowned in. 5 years later I would stand atop the CN Tower of Toronto looking out with wonder as the lights of New York’s skyscrapers just poked up and over the horizon, twinkling as the line of sight was doused by the waves of Lake Superior.
Toronto is where I would miss the death and funeral of one of the friends who I’d shared Willen lake with.
6 years later I’d be in the Australian outback watching dawn peel away the cover of darkness from Uluru. And there, as here I’d think about the friend who’s gone and my broken heart.
12 years later I’d stand on top of a butte just outside of Mula sharing the flat-toped hill with the ruins of an Arab fortress having cycled for an hour under a blister of blue sky infected with red sand and air thickened into mucous by the Spanish sun.
Once again I think of him and of  her(s)
and as I look out of my window listening to the Galician and Castilian words floating up from the once Roman street below and feel the eternal stare of an 800 year old cathedral I think of him and of  her(s).
How small my world, how innocent I wish I was.
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset with words
Not so wordy version
This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.
I visited the IF Festival at Willen lake this summer and walked around  Willen Lake. or “Willen Lakes” as it now seems to be called. Here is a photoset of some sporty people using the WakeMK cables letting them practice waterski-ing and wake boarding.
In the summer of 1996 I spent a week on the lake doing watersports. I got sunburnt, exhausted and fell in love with someone I’d never speak with.
All the blisters that marked where we had had our BCG injections got infected as we fell and fell and fell into the lake, our feet touching the soft clay bottom
Some of the school friends I spent the that lively week  with filled with laughter and heart ache are still my friends. Some went to my wedding, some I don’t remember anymore. Their faces ravaged by lossy memory.
Even in the years before that Willen Lake was where my family would go for days out. It was also where my longest bike rides would take me. I couldn’t conceive of a destination further than there. Neither could I imagine a lake any bigger.
How small my world, how innocent I denied being.
Two years later I would fall in love again,  only to be quickly submerged into an elfshot body that I very nearly drowned in. 5 years later I would stand atop the CN Tower of Toronto looking out with wonder as the lights of New York’s skyscrapers just poked up and over the horizon, twinkling as the line of sight was doused by the waves of Lake Superior.
Toronto is where I would miss the death and funeral of one of the friends who I’d shared Willen lake with.
6 years later I’d be in the Australian outback watching dawn peel away the cover of darkness from Uluru. And there, as here I’d think about the friend who’s gone and my broken heart.
12 years later I’d stand on top of a butte just outside of Mula sharing the flat-toped hill with the ruins of an Arab fortress having cycled for an hour under a blister of blue sky infected with red sand and air thickened into mucous by the Spanish sun.
Once again I think of him and of  her(s)
and as I look out of my window listening to the Galician and Castilian words floating up from the once Roman street below and feel the eternal stare of an 800 year old cathedral I think of him and of  her(s).
How small my world, how innocent I wish I was.
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom
A photoset with words

Not so wordy version

This is an unusual set of photographs from me; photos with people in them. Even more unusually they are people doing things.

I visited the IF Festival at Willen lake this summer and walked around  Willen Lake. or “Willen Lakes” as it now seems to be called. Here is a photoset of some sporty people using the WakeMK cables letting them practice waterski-ing and wake boarding.

In the summer of 1996 I spent a week on the lake doing watersports. I got sunburnt, exhausted and fell in love with someone I’d never speak with.

All the blisters that marked where we had had our BCG injections got infected as we fell and fell and fell into the lake, our feet touching the soft clay bottom

Some of the school friends I spent the that lively week  with filled with laughter and heart ache are still my friends. Some went to my wedding, some I don’t remember anymore. Their faces ravaged by lossy memory.

Even in the years before that Willen Lake was where my family would go for days out. It was also where my longest bike rides would take me. I couldn’t conceive of a destination further than there. Neither could I imagine a lake any bigger.

How small my world, how innocent I denied being.

Two years later I would fall in love again,  only to be quickly submerged into an elfshot body that I very nearly drowned in. 5 years later I would stand atop the CN Tower of Toronto looking out with wonder as the lights of New York’s skyscrapers just poked up and over the horizon, twinkling as the line of sight was doused by the waves of Lake Superior.

Toronto is where I would miss the death and funeral of one of the friends who I’d shared Willen lake with.

6 years later I’d be in the Australian outback watching dawn peel away the cover of darkness from Uluru. And there, as here I’d think about the friend who’s gone and my broken heart.

12 years later I’d stand on top of a butte just outside of Mula sharing the flat-toped hill with the ruins of an Arab fortress having cycled for an hour under a blister of blue sky infected with red sand and air thickened into mucous by the Spanish sun.

Once again I think of him and of  her(s)

and as I look out of my window listening to the Galician and Castilian words floating up from the once Roman street below and feel the eternal stare of an 800 year old cathedral I think of him and of  her(s).

How small my world, how innocent I wish I was.


Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Waterboarding and waterski-ing at Willen Lake in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom

A photoset with words

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Otherwheres ]

This tumblr which bears my name is where I share my photos and ocasional  thoughts that are spinning about my head and haunting me.

I do have a couple of other tumblr blogs that are mostly reblogs. They represent interests of mine that I don’t think are right for my followers here. But I thought I’d share their URLs with you.

These blogs go through periods of floods and drought and are much less frequently updated than this blog, so if you like regular updates I wouldn’t recommend following them.

Lightswimming 

Lightswimming is a term I coined a few years ago to drescribe my own love of large blocks of sunlight in my photos. I guess I was inspired / stole the name from the REM song title Nightswimming.

That’s where I share imagary and the occasional sentence that moves me. I follow a lot of intelligent and sexy people and I occasionally I like to share some of their creations or finds over there.


Andurza

Andurza is a word I made up. it comes from  the Hittite word an-durza which is the probably the ultimate ancestor of the English word “door”. It probably means “within”.

I wanted to find the oldest possible word in Indo-european languagues that means “architecture”, “dwelling” or “bulding”.

As you might be able to guess it’s a blog of photographs of interiors, buildings and aspects of architecture.


Daterraemar

I coined the phrase Granxieros de terra e mar Farmers of the land and the sea  to describe the classical image of the Galician people. and from that got the blog’s name daterraemar This comes from Da terra e do mar or pertaining to the land and the sea.

Daterraeomar Is my tumblr blog exploring and describing aspects of Galician culture language in English. It covers nationalist graffiti to Pemento de Padrón. I don’t always agree with the sentiments I reblog there, but I’ve always been fascinated by  independence movements. so I often share and explore parts of Galicia’s independence movement campaign materiales there

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12th August 2014

I could probably make a photoset of all the photos I took of this crucifix gravestone. I may still do it later.
I remember taking many photos with different settings, trying to capture this cross with a cobweb glowing in the sunset. I wasn’t happy with the results I was getting, but as I wasn’t alone I didn’t want to spend too long taking photos of the same thing.
Do you test the patience of friends and loved ones when taking photos too?
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Baldock,Hertfordshire, The United Kingdom I could probably make a photoset of all the photos I took of this crucifix gravestone. I may still do it later.
I remember taking many photos with different settings, trying to capture this cross with a cobweb glowing in the sunset. I wasn’t happy with the results I was getting, but as I wasn’t alone I didn’t want to spend too long taking photos of the same thing.
Do you test the patience of friends and loved ones when taking photos too?
Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Baldock,Hertfordshire, The United Kingdom

I could probably make a photoset of all the photos I took of this crucifix gravestone. I may still do it later.

I remember taking many photos with different settings, trying to capture this cross with a cobweb glowing in the sunset. I wasn’t happy with the results I was getting, but as I wasn’t alone I didn’t want to spend too long taking photos of the same thing.

Do you test the patience of friends and loved ones when taking photos too?


Neilwykes@tumblr 2014 | Baldock,Hertfordshire, The United Kingdom

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12th August 2014

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fotoforays replied to your photo “Yes, I’m the canine owner of an antiques shop, tattoo parlour and…”

ha! enjoy your sense of humour (great comeback reply on the fluffy tail the other day) ツ

Congratulations you are now the member of an elite club of people who can tell I have a sense of humour. Unfortunately There are no benefits to being a member, if anything it’s a hindrance.

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wonderlaliareplied to your photo “Yes, I’m the canine owner of an antiques shop, tattoo parlour and…”

His back sort of looks like it’s covered in tattoos of dalmatian spots. Poser.

Aspirational bulldog is aspirational

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fotoforays replied to your photoset “The longer I’ve spent living abroad the more strongly I’m drawn to…”

really enjoyed reading this - an interesting and nostalgic reflection of your past and how you’ve come to appreciate it ツ

Thank you! I’m really glad you found it interesting and enjoyed it to boot!

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