Erik is made public

Well its on its way.
Putting the final touches to the opening and public launch of Erik, the book.
With another exhibition planed for October there is a bit of a juggerling act as to what to show. Not that I don't have enough but what to show where.
Frames are almost complete as I write poster are up and invites are out.
It remains, as always as to who turns up, but I do hope one of the grand children can make it though I doubt it.
I'm looking forward to giving it its first reading though very nervous. A little practice might be a good idea.

Erik

The lost god of Crete

By Terry Cripps

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Berlin

Nothing can prepare you for what is Berlin. Every 15-20 minutes you find a new view, and I do not mean the picturesque, but the way your perceptions are constantly challenged.
I was not prepared for the level of emotion that would be produced in me from being at the heart of so much resent history. I felt all of the 20th century was here in some form.
It is remarkable how the Germans have come to terms with their place in the history of Europe and confronted it in the last 20 years.
I wanted to visit the Jewish memorials and thought they would be tucked away but no. No other nation would have put a memorial to the Jewish Holocaust in clear site of the Reichstadt and in so doing place the memory of that part in the history of Germany at the heart of every day.

Some comments are more welcome than others

A fine day at ...

Country fair held ...

By Terry Cripps

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I should never be surprised by the comments that my work elicits but every now and then I am struck dumb.
This book, published through Blurb, is one in a series I have been compiling to collect together photo-essays/records of life in this small area of Gloucestershire. Being as it is a quiet backwater.
I obtained permission to photograph the whole operation from start to finish and was/am very pleased with the result. Feeling I had not only caught the atmosphere of such events but told a story of how extraordinary this one is.
Flush with my self praise I present a copy to the organisers to show my work and appreciation and wait for a response. Non is forthcoming after four weeks so I chase up the contact at the estate office and ask for the book to be returned. Whilst in conversation I enquire of any opinion voiced about the finished product to be told that the squire and his wife were 'disappointed'.
I ask you what is there to be disappointed about. Not only did they not pay or contribute other than permission. The project was not for them but me.
Perhaps I expect to much but from well educated landed gentry politeness would be the minimum.
Thanks all the same.
Do have a look and post your own thoughts. I am anxious that I have not missed a vital point of communication here.

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