Had a fun weekend. Eirene had heard about an exhibition at the Oriental Museum in Durham by my old photography / art tutor / lecturer from college. A chap I had and still have great admiration for – Laurence Cutting. Luck would have it that the very day we decided to pay a visit, he was there himself, giving talks on his work. His work, on Mongolia, was fascinating. Like reading a well written book, the quality of the images were stunning. Film, especially when shot with a medium format (Hasselblad) by someone who really knows what he’s doing, certainly still does things that digital can’t. We spent a bunch of time looking around the rest of the museum – fascinating artifacts from Asia and the orient dating way back. Things like this carving really caught my eye.
On our way home I had an eerie feeling about something that I was sure I remembered from childhood. After a bit of later research, I was indeed right – I knew a small place called Bowburn and I recognized it by it’s church spire (now churchless!) . I later researched, and asked an Aunt – she confirmed, it was a place that I spent quite a bit of time when I was probably pre 5 year old.
Continued the oriental / asian theme that evening with a good old carrom session (which turned into a scrabble session) with some friends. Top night, chillaxed all Sunday.