Weekly photo challenge: unexpected

November 25, 2013 § 3 Comments

Unexpected, and rather close, visitor during afternoon tea in the garden.

Dogs are for life

August 12, 2013 § 1 Comment

There it is, carved in. Dogs are for life.

Weekly photo challenge: Foreshadow

August 4, 2013 § 3 Comments

Rain Dogs. Foreshadowing rain.

Wellington Harbour.

Wellington Harbour.

Weekly photo challenge: nostalgic

July 8, 2013 § Leave a comment

Nostalgic.

Matiu/Somes Island in the Wellington Harbour is a place rich in natural and human history. That includes our endemic tuatara, of course, a member of the Order Sphenodontia, which was already around some 200 million years ago, during the age of the dinosaurs. Only the tuatara survived of this Order of reptiles.

Weekly photo challenge: companionable

July 3, 2013 § 5 Comments

This week in the Weekly Photo Challlenge it’s pictures of who we share our lives with. There’ll be a lot of furry things, I reckon. Probably not least because our furry friends can’t really complain about us plastering their photos all over the internet.
Here are my two four-legged mates. They keep me laughing.

Tuhi

Pinot

The black dog (WG Sebald)

June 25, 2013 § Leave a comment

We made our way back on foot. For both of us the walk proved too long. Downcast we strode on in the autumn sunshine, side by side. The houses of Kritzendorf seemed to go on forever. Of the people who lived there not a sign was to be seen. They were all having lunch, clattering the cutlery and plates. A dog leapt at a green-painted iron gate, quite beside itself, as if it had taken leave of its senses. It was a large black Newfoundland, its natural gentleness broken by ill-treatment, long confinement or even the crystal clarity of the autumn day. In the villa behind the iron fence nothing stirred. Nobody came to the window, not even a curtain moved. Again and again the animal ran up and hurled itself at the gate, only occasionally pausing to eye us where we stood as if transfixed. As we walked on I could feel the chill of terror in my limbs. Ernst turned to look back once more at the black dog, which had now stopped barking and was standing motionless in the midday sun. Perhaps we should have let it out. It would probably have ambled along beside us, like a good beast, while its evil spirit might have stalked among the people of Kritzendorf in search of another host, and indeed might have entered them all simultaneously, so not one of them would have been able to lift a spoon or fork again.
(WG Sebald, 1990, Vertigo)

The large black Newfoundland. One of the many dogs in WG Sebald’s work.Here the dog is menacing. But not as the dog that rushes the fence (although that seems to be a deeply ingrained fear for many), but as the black dog that figures depression. The narrator in Vertigo visits his friend Ernst, who has lived most of his life in a mental institution. Both are dealing with mental illness and in this episode they literally walk into the terror of it.

In Vertigo, as in Sebald’s other work, the dog mostly is a melancholy omen of actual or potential illness. As someone living with dogs, I find this aspect of Sebald’s work difficult to reconcile with that so much of his work is inspired by dogs. In an often quoted interview Sebald talks about how he has always had dogs and how the dog running in the field, following his nose, has taught him about writing and about walking and finding things.

For me, my dogs bring so much happiness and fun and laughter into my life; I cannot think easily of dogs as harbingers of bad things. But there is, of course, a long tradition in folklore of the dog as bad omen. And particularly the black dog.

There is also a dog in the cover photograph of my Penguin Books 2005 edition of Campo Santo, a collection of Sebald’s writings published after his death. It is a Kertesz photo of the church in Piana, Corsica, 1932. Men clad in black and in hats are lined up sitting outside the church, in the shade. It is probably a Sunday. A yellow, or white, dog shares the shadow of the church with them.

The photo is so Sebaldian in its style that I wonder whether it might have been one of the remembered images at the core of Sebald’s writing process: “[…] and on a walk there a remembered image came into my mind”, he writes somewhere in one of the pieces in Campo Santo. I can’t remember where, but it might have been the title essay, based on Sebald walking in Corsica. André Kertesz, of course, was a poet among photographers, observing the everyday, the easily missed moments. So here a dog as part of everyday life. No matter whether white, or black.

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Statue in Edinburgh Botanical Gardens

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And more

Interview by Joe Cuomo with Sebald talking about dogs and writing

W.G. Sebald and the Writing of History (ed. by Anne Fuchs and J. Jonathan James Long 2007)

Weekly photo challenge: the world through your eyes

June 22, 2013 § 7 Comments

This week’s photo challenge: the world through your eyes reminds us to observe before we take a photo. I’m still suspicious of my camera, and still wonder at the impulse to run off for the camera at the glimpse of something without even having looked. This idea that we’ve just seen ‘a good photo’. In my garden, I often watch scenes for weeks before I take a photo. This bird comes back really often, to sit in the first morning sun.

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