Monday, May 16, 2011

Mirrorball Demolition Party

The Poetry Club at Glasgow School of Art is about to be demolished, leaving St. Mungo's Mirrorball temporarily homeless. Undaunted by this, they held a farewell Demolition Party...

Sandy Hutchison toasting our Illustrious Leader, Jim Carruth (he appeared only slightly singed afterwards)
Christie Williamson

Dai Vaughan making a strange face

Donny O'Rourke channeling Noel Coward

Guy with cool hat (and shades)

Maggi Rabatski

Assembled poets...

Unrelated shot of the trees with wee lights on Sauchiehall Street...

Saturday, May 14, 2011

The baths of all the western stars..

It probably wasn't actually what Tennyson had in mind, but the mural behind the Western Baths in Hillhead is pretty cool - and remarkably only has a couple of wee bits of graffiti on it. There's even a ship in which "to sail beyond the sunset":

And in reflection...

Saturday, May 07, 2011

Throught the Pinhole #2

The University from the Library on a sunny day

Took me a while to work out what this is, but by checking through the contact sheet for the order I took things in I finally realised that this is when I slid the camera down a slide in the park. It spun round halfway through the exposure which is why the "reflections" don't actually match up with the things they seem to be reflecting.

Cherry trees in the park. What seems to be a giant slab of rock in the foreground is actually the bench the camera was sitting on.

Hope Street from a traffic light pedestrian button thingy

Trees and not very clear bluebells in Pollock Park

Me staring down mysteriously at the camera through some leaves

Andrew standing very still for 4 seconds in the back garden. With artistic bins.
Cherry blossom too close

Cherry blossom in the grass.

Weird creature in the garden

Thursday, May 05, 2011

It was Andrew's 3rd birthday recently so I headed over to join the party, which included

people offering you hippos at the door...

a cake in the shape of a train

with candles

and a pop-up tent in the garden

into which everyone tried to fit at some point

although there wasn't much room and inhabitants were relentlessly attacked by parties of tent-raiders and their cats.

Everyone had a good time running about with beakers...

...or trying to put the tent down (which necessitated a fold through the 11th dimension).

Assembled party-goers with escaping Matthew...

those beakers won't carry themselves, you know...