Here are some landscape photos which I took back in August when we were in the wonderfully rugged terrain around Wastwater in Cumbria, England. I’ll put up some colour ones next time but for now here are four Black & Whites from the hundred or so pictures that I took. By the way if you are wondering about the sky in the second picture and whether it’s real or not – yes it is – the trick is to use a polarizing filter and stand at 90 degrees to the sun…
This field full of Barley (I think it’s Barley but please feel free to correct me) is growing nearby. As is so often the case around here, it was just about to rain, so the sky was quite dramatic! I think the photo looks a bit better in black and white.
A quick look on biblegateway.com shows a surprising number of references to Barley in the Bible – my favourite is the feeding of the 5000 as recorded in Chapter 6 of John’s gospel:
5 When Jesus looked up and saw a great crowd coming toward him, he said to Philip, “Where shall we buy bread for these people to eat?” 6 He asked this only to test him, for he already had in mind what he was going to do. 7 Philip answered him, “It would take more than half a year’s wages to buy enough bread for each one to have a bite!” 8 Another of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, spoke up, 9 “Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?” 10 Jesus said, “Have the people sit down.” There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there). 11 Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish. 12 When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.” 13 So they gathered them and filled twelve baskets with the pieces of the five barley loaves left over by those who had eaten. 14 After the people saw the sign Jesus performed, they began to say, “Surely this is the Prophet who is to come into the world.”
Here’s some photos taken over the last few weeks…
An ‘Early Purple Orchid’ growing on our front lawn. (Film: Kodak Portra 160 VC)
Garden Foxglove (Film: Kodak Tri-x)
From the hill down to Red Strand, with Galley Head Lighthouse in the distance. (Film: Kodak Tri-x)
Not sure why I took this picture – something to do with patterns and textures I think! (Film: Kodak Tri-x)
Connonagh, Co. Cork (Film: Kodak Tri-x)
It was a couple of weeks ago now, but I’ve only just got around to developing the film…
The ‘Tug of War‘ competition was fiercely fought…
The cattle (to my untrained eye) all looked immaculate.
Great to see a potter a work, amazingly undistracted by hoards of children (and an annoying photographer ;~)
Oh dear. This made me pray, both for the ‘fortune teller’ and also for anyone who felt the need to have their ‘fortune told.’ God help them.
Not surprisingly, all these wonderful looking cakes were behind a protective wire screen – otherwise they would have been an endangered species!
This fella was also behind wire – with that look in his eye, it was probably for the best!
I could not resist taking this shot – though I’m not sure he was all that happy with my taking his picture!
There’s that strange and surreal place between dreaming and waking where the two merge into each other. The other night (or rather early morning) I awoke with a rather odd poem going around my head, about a tree…
It had all started the previous week when my better half and I were enjoying a pleasant walk along the beach at Long Strand. We came across the tree in the photo above and well I thought it interesting enough to take a picture of. Clearly my subconscious thought it interesting too, interesting enough to come up with a strange poem about a strange dream about a strange tree! How did I remember the words? Well, I happened to have my mobile phone nearby and just typed it in, all in one go…
Please take this poem about as seriously as you would read My lovely horse ;-)
Strange tree where have you come from,
What story do you have to tell?
Were you borne here on stormy seas, a refugee from fire or spell?
Oh what would you tell me if only you could say,
perhaps the hopes and dreams caught in your branches reflect the light from whence you came?
Strange tree what do you carry
What a load you have to bear?
Bottles, Tin cans, shoes and netting, things now beyond all care.
Oh what would you tell me if only you could say,
the hopes and dreams caught in your branches are so much more than things that were thrown away?
Strange tree where will you go to
When it comes your time again?
Will you roll upon the open seas to distant shores or mountain glen?
Oh the only thing I can tell you, all that I can say,
is that the hopes and dreams caught in your branches will live on in memories beyond this sunlit day.
(Hope I made you laugh!)
Today’s Sermon. Text: 1 Corinthians 1:10-18, (Epiphany 3, Year A)
The couple of us here that are older than thirty, do you remember where you were and what you were doing in 1989 when you heard the news of the Berlin wall coming down? I remember listening to my radio late into the night as news reporters standing by the wall described the events as they unfolded, the emotion, the sheer joy that was all around. As sledgehammers were taken to the wall and big chunks of the graffiti-clad concrete crumbled, interviews were taking place with people who were so excited and overjoyed at the prospect of being reunited with family and friends from whom they had been separated for decades. There was a time when the collapse of Communism in Europe seemed an impossibility; the ‘Cold War’ seemed as if it would go on for ever and yet, the impossible happened…
Look at the church today. There are more divisions than we could number, divisions between East and West, between North and South, divisions that are new and many that are old, and every single one is because of human greed and power struggles and that rather unfashionable word, sin.
People are the same today as they always were, that is why we can look at the church in Corinth in AD 55 and learn from their mistakes, because exactly the same mistakes are being made today. The church in Corinth resembled the society in which she lived. Corinth was a divided city: there were rich and poor, slave and free, educated and uneducated, Jew and Gentile. The church should have been different, a place where every one of these different groups could come together, with Christ as the common ground between them, but this was not the case. The Christians had taken their eyes off Christ and had instead become obsessed with the differences that there were between them.
So in today’s reading from 1 Corinthians, the Apostle Paul writes:
Now I appeal to you, brothers and sisters, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you should be in agreement and that there should be no divisions among you, but that you should be united in the same mind and the same purpose. (10)
He appeals to them, he pleads with them, he calls them his brothers and sisters in Christ. They are all part of the same family – for heaven’s sake!
Division is a tragedy. At the time I was writing this sermon I was also following on the news the unravelling of our government. In some ways, watching and listening to all the infighting and power struggles has been so ridiculous it has been almost funny, like a pantomime – perhaps it would be more funny if it were not so serious, these are the people we have elected! Yet it is not only our politicians who are sometimes a laughing stock, how many times has the church been in the spotlight of the cold eye of ridicule “look at those Christians fighting with each other, I thought they were supposed to be full of love!” Because of the kind of world we live in we can be absolutely sure that news will travel far and fast when we fall out with each other, the world loves to make fun of Christians and yet time after time it is our own fault that we are seen as weak hypocrites. It was the same in Corinth. Paul was in Ephesus, hundreds of kilometres away across the Aegean Sea and yet long before the days of Telephones, T.V. or Twitter, news got to him about what was happening in Corinth. Look at verse 11:
For it has been reported to me by Chloe’s people that there are quarrels among you, my brothers and sisters.
Bad news travels fast. The Apostle Paul had spent eighteen months in Corinth, but since he had left the church had split up into various groups. One group were loyal to Paul, another group were followers of a preacher called Apollos, another group were followers of Cephas (the Apostle Peter) and another group thought they were superior to the rest saying that they followed Christ. Paul goes on to tell them how completely absurd and foolish this is:
Has Christ been divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Or were you baptized in the name of Paul? (13)
Christ died so that all who believe in Him might not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16). There is only one Christ, not one Christ for Protestants and another Christ for Roman Catholics, not one Christ for Eastern Orthodox and another for Pentecostals, not one Christ for the Church of Ireland and another for every Community Church, Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Quaker and Mennonite! There is only one Christ, so the logical conclusion is this: there is only one church. That’s right, there is only one church. Every Christian in Corinth, despite their differences had one thing in common. Every Christian today, despite our differences, has one thing (or rather One Person) in common. Christ. How can division be allowed to remain when we all belong to the same Christ? How can we have doctrine and theology, laws, articles and canons that divide God’s people up, putting the sheep in different pens? Not only is it crazy, it is sinful and how God must hate and detest the barriers that we have put up. We have lost sight of Christ and we have focused on our differences and that is the reason why so much of the church today is dead or dying. What did Jesus say?
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned…” (John 15:5,6, NIV)
In this Week of Prayer for Christian Unity, Christians all around the world “become aware of the great diversity of ways of adoring God. Hearts are touched, and people realize that their neighbours’ ways are not so strange.” When we take our eyes off those things that divide us and together focus on Christ, it is something very profound, special and exciting. I hope that as time goes on we will be able to do more and more together with our brothers and sisters in Christ that worship elsewhere within this Parish and that in time the differences between us will diminish to the point that we can no longer remember what they were! When we look back a generation or two and see how far we have come, there is much to give us hope for the future.
At first glance it seems a bit strange that verse 18 is tacked onto the end of today’s reading because it clearly belongs to the next section. But with church Unity in mind, it is the perfect verse to end with. Here’s what it says:
For the message about the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
As far as the Apostle Paul is concerned, there is only one dividing line between people, the cross of Christ. Many of us like to sit on the fence about different things; about politics, about religion or sport. But there is no sitting on the fence when it comes to the cross of Christ, either we are with Christ or we are against Him (Mark 9:40). The Corinthians were supposed to be in agreement about the cross, and if they were then all the other human-made differences would have melted away. The same is true of the church today, the cross should be the only dividing line between those who put their faith and trust in Christ and those who do not.
Being much concerned about the rise of denominations in the church, John Wesley told of a dream he had. In the dream, he was ushered to the gates of Hell. There he asked, “Are there any Presbyterians here?” “Yes!” came the answer. Then he asked, “Are there any Baptists? Any Anglicans? Any Methodists?” The answer was Yes! each time. Much distressed, Wesley was then ushered to the gates of Heaven. There he asked the same question, and the answer was No! “No?” To this, Wesley asked, “Who then is inside?” The answer came back, “There are only Christians here.”
Wouldn’t it be great if one day someone would say to us, “Do you remember where you were and what you were doing when the walls of division within the church came down, the day when we finally realised that we were one in Christ?” One day it will happen … Amen.
 Roger Ellsworth, ‘The message of 1 Corinthians’, Evangelical Press, 1995, p.22
It is just over a year since I developed my first black and white film, (you can read that post here). So roll 24 means that I am averaging two films a month – hope you are blown away by my mathematical skill :-/
It’s been great fun and it’s been a steep learning curve; I’ve lost pictures because of not developing them properly which is frustrating, but I’ve also learnt a lot about picture taking, composition, timing, light and so on. Film photography, especially with an old manual camera and a prime (fixed focal length) lens really forces you to slow down and think about the picture you are taking, and it is also great fun. So here’s a few pictures from roll 24…
“Dreaming of Spring”
Early Sunday morning near the Timoleague Road
“Out of the Cave” at Simon’s Cove
Rock Patterns at Simon’s Cove
Ice patterns on a window
(Details: Camera – Olympus OM-1, lens – Zuiko 50mm f1.4, Film – Agfa APX 100, Developer – Rodinal (8 minutes @ 20°C) – Scanner Epson 4490)
It’s probably the Welsh blood in my veins but there is just something about the Carmarthenshire coast. It’s not especially spectacular when compared to say the West Coasts of Ireland or Scotland but it has its very own beauty. The beach rambler would never tire of the sheer variety of coastline, vast sandy beaches, small rocky coves, cliffs and dunes, the abundant wildlife (and even the good ol’ tacky amusement arcade here and there). Many childhood memories are brought to mind in these places – lemonade in glass bottles, sandwiches with more sand in them than ham or cheese, Granddad with a knotted handkerchief on his head, huddled in a bus shelter in the rain whilst eating salty chips, my grandparents Morris Minor. Ah yes what a wonderful place and what special memories.
Now as we occasionally get to travel across we witness a new generation of grandchildren accumulating wonderful memories, as plentiful as the shells gathered into their seaside buckets. The world might be a slightly different place – lemonade is now called different things and comes in a plastic bottle, chips no longer come packaged in yesterdays newspaper and many other changes which on their own are tiny but when put together represent a subtly different world. The new generation of Grandparents though are just the same, just as loving and doting and instrumental in passing on to their grandchildren that love and kindness which will still be there when their turn comes, as it surely will, when they will watch their own grandchildren run about in frenzied joy in a world that is the same but different.