Saturday, 27 September 2025

Recurring Patterns or I wonder what I will do when I grow up?

 

'Free Form' - abstract digital art  - George Roberts. September 2025

When I was a kid, many moons ago, I remember using the difference in the viscosity of paint and water, to create swirly patterns on dipped paper.  Now, with the aid of fractal math and video editors to distort the resultant images, I am back doing the same stuff and making similar patterns, sixty or more years after, but this time in digital format.

Similarly, I still enjoy grilling fish on an open fire in our small backyard, just like my Iron Age antecedents did thousands of years ago. Nothing much changes in East Anglia.

Sunday, 21 September 2025

Liquified

 

Liquified - digital art September 2025, George Roberts


Orchids began to melt 

Rain drops fell as steam!

The tiger adjusted its equatorial belt

And gibbons started to scream


Friday, 12 September 2025

Monday, 8 September 2025

The Milky Way - Then and Now.

 

The Milky Way from  Étoile-Saint-Cyrice. France, in 2016.
Canon 400d DSLR on a fixed tripod

" Ageing is a most surprising event. We all know it's happening to us, from the moment we become sentient to the moment we no longer are. So why the surprise? 

Well, each of us is the centre of our own story and in the day to day hub-bub of delivering our unique role in the universe, we lose sight of the passage of time.

For much of life, time is experienced as a series of events: births, marriages and deaths being the 'big three'. We also split time into zones, Pre-school, School, University, Work and Retirement. We seldom think of time as a finite resource to be used with care and never squandered. Perhaps we can only move effectively through the 'now space' of our lives, if we relegate time to the mechanical beat of  'before and after'.

Time's best trick is to pretend it advances linearly. Sure, the way we measure it, the steady tick of the metronome, makes it seem that any second is like any other. But, I'm pretty sure that since my seventy-fifth birthday, the passage of time is accelerating as I decelerate in almost every other possible way.

'Age' doesn't have to mark time with 'decline' and in some areas, just like an ageing Camembert, I have matured. This is why the prudent ageing gentleman should always wear stronger smelling cologne, post 70th birthday!

The above photograph was taken in 2016 from Olly Penrice's balcony looking west, just after sunset. Quite an inexpensive camera and lens combination being used with enthusiasm rather than expertise. Nearly ten years on I have more expensive cameras , lenses, software and other 'techy gee-gaws' to play with. As I am a bit more experienced in astrophotography, I thought I would dig in the archive to find the data from 2016 and give it the 2025 data processing treatment.

Olly gave me my first lesson in processing digital data for astro-photography and from the week spent with him, my hobby and interest have developed. Both Anita and I remember the week we spent with Olly and Monique with great happiness. 

When I looked at the image I could see the Milky Way rising above the trees, sense the salamander on the steps, hear the boar moving in the dark and smell the wood burning on the fire. Memories involve all our faculties and can be happy and sad simultaneously!


Thursday, 4 September 2025

On and Off Grid

 

'Wired'
-digital abstract art -
 George Roberts September 2025

Wired 

a poem by George about 

 21st  century tom-twattery


I woke up early this morning

Opened my phone, yawning

Read the BBC online

So sadly, I am ‘wired’


Went to town by car

It wasn’t so very far

‘Fuckin-flags’ on lamp-posts!

So sadly, I am wired


Opened a letter from HRMC

They need £800 sent from me

My 97 year old mother is in arrears

So sadly, I am wired.


Not wishing to be blunt

All I need is one more ****

To apply additional bleak bullshit in my life

As sad to say, I am 100% wired.


5 minutes ago, the phone rang in the hall

It was of course an unsolicited nuisance call

So being terminally wired

I pulled the bloody plug and went off grid