We just got back from the BMX park: it's another fine day in Abingdon. I took the photo at the church on the way back: we came via the almshouses that date from 1446. The sun was on the back of them, and they are diffilcut to access from that side, but they make a fine building. One day I'll catch them with the sun on the side I can get to and show them to you.
We set off to find the BMX park in what was really the wrong direction. That meant instead of a brief ten minutes or so we were some 45 minutes reaching the park. As I have not been on my bike for more years than it is decent to mention (if you said five go to the top of the class and remember, no one get's any point for being a smartarse, not in this blog. Unless it's me. My blog, my rules), I am struggling a little to sit, without making a very distinctive 'O' look. Wide-eyed and 'O', that's me. Not so much sitting as hovering an inch above the chair. The best news was that my rear light is still working - same battery. Any similarity between the red light and my behind is purely coincidental.
I also tried the video on my newish phone. It's really great. And I've now got a fabulous, matching set of eight short videos of a frantically busy set of pixels circling round some other pixels in what is clearly a non-random way, but also non-discernable.
Which is amusing, to me anyway, as we went to an exhib of modern art in MoMa in Oxford yesterday, and guess what the exhibition is? A pixelated rendition of Zabriski Point (music by? Yes Pink Floyd, good. Go and join your friend in the smartarse corner) Somewhere hereabouts, I hope, is a rendition in pixels of the pixels playing the movie that has been pixelated.
I snatched the said photo on my camera phoney (see above). After I had done, a woman and her daughter standing not that far away decided that as I had taken a photo they would find the courage so to do. Unfortunately the porter saw them and rather abruptly told them off. Meanwhile I was looking as if butter wouldn't melt with my phone neatly stowed in my pocket.
By the way, I'm sorry miss Angela Bullock if this phoney photo somehow infringes your copyright of pixels (someone elses idea) of someone else's film (Antonioni as it happens), but chill out lady. Share, you know. The creaters of the other work had to. I share Jack Johnson tunes with friends and as a result he's sold four more CDs. Maybe someone else will see and appreciate your art.