Brian Clarke
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That's his name, and he lives with no neighbours... just Kim, his kind human companion — a friend who loves our logs for her stove in the tent there. He does meet other dogs and humans and animals at Babbinswood Farm, but that's a choice.
I've put this up just to say I'm still here, still taking pics, but screaming busy building a compost toilet block for wheelchair access that must be finished for an open day next Sunday at Babbinswood. (It's going well)
I'd promised myself I'd reply to the lovely comments I've received over the last few months before uploading another pic. Thank you loads for those.
But I got your Flickrmail this morning mate — thank you — and this is for you. Hope it cheers you up. Big hug. :-)
one of my favourite spots for photos ... love this old Scribbly Gum.
Daily Dog Challenge: My Favourite Spot
Bio:
Brian Boru named after the last High King of Ireland, is a beautiful wooden hulled, traditionally built and rigged gaff ketch. Originally launched in 1961, she worked as a herring ring-netter up until 1989, she was then sold and under new ownership she functioned as a general fisher, up until her decommissioning in 2006.
Her owner Tony McLoughlin bought her in 2011 having found her in disrepair and with the help of his sons, carefully restored her back to sail. Traditionally these little ships were constructed to take years of hard work in some of the roughest seas in the world. Now, with tall masts, booms, gaffs and bowsprit of solid Douglas fir and steel wire rigging installed, the transformation is complete. The powerful 6 cylinder diesel main engine and the traditional gaff ketch-rigged sails combine to safely bring the Brian Boru back on Irish waters to begin a new life.
Following a ‘Leader’ funded restoration and conversion project in 2014, she now operates under Irish license as the sole Passenger and Sail Training Vessel of her type around the island of Ireland, carrying up to 12 passengers and 3 crew. To sail on the Brian Boru is to experience something unique in the special area of conservation of the Waterford Estuary, and along the coast of Celtic Ireland.
I have been weeks away from this man. I met him when Sheree and I were in Rhode Island. He was standing at the top of an escalator, pointing a camera at us.
I grew to love him in the period of four days. I grew to love him like a true friend.
Let me tell you a little about Brian. I tread carefully, because I don't want to betray any confidences. But Brian is utterly devoted to his wife Gina...which speaks volumes to me. It simply means that we understand each other...and the core values that rule our hearts.
Brian has undergone a (an?) horrific disease. It has cost him all senses of taste. But he can still smell and when he smells he remembers the way it used to taste and he is content with that. When he packed a lunch for Sheree and me on the train, he included a note. I never even got notes in my lunchbox from my mother.
I loved talking to him and I loved hearing what he thought about everything from the burial of Ted Kennedy to the plight of street people. Frankly, I miss him.
I think of Gina calling him to the computer, to read to him these things. I can see the room in my mind's eye. I know it well.
It makes me smile because I know as he hears them that our friendship is cemented. Brian: I think of you often. And I miss you. So there.
Here he is standing looking out at the ocean. I wonder what he is thinking.
I promised not to show his face...but I think this image shows the heart of my friend in Rhode Island.
Even after all these days, the impression he has left on my heart is as indelible as ink. I look forward to sitting quietly with you again, Brian, sipping a beer and listening to our wives talking happily together upstairs...and knowing all is well in their worlds.
He doesn't photograph stuff...but he helps those of us who do. So say hello to a hero of mine. His name is Brian.
Be well, dear friend.
Little pre dawn date with Storm Brian at Lyme Regis this morning.
Not sure what the collective noun for Photographers is, but there was an orgy of togs along the beach today (as you might imagine)
Took to higher ground to begin with, but bravely fought for a spot on the edge of the Cobb, before leaving :)
What a wonderful stormy morning in Dorset .
Man on a mission...
Music entrepreneur, talent scout, and original Beatles Manager, (from 61-67) he died at the age of just 32 years.....
statue situated on the corner of Button Street and Whitechapel, close to his former NEMS (North End Music Stores)
NB, Brian apparently died from an Alcohol and drug overdose, his death was recorded as accidental...
more on the blog www.jamesrubiophotography.com/blog/keala-brian-engagement...
strobists: 580exII behind couple (that is natural ocean spray)
Seen unsurprisingly in Nottingham against the backdrop of the quite beautiful Prudential Building. Here's a link to a Nottingham Post article which says it is the most splendid Victorian building in the City - www.nottinghampost.com/news/news-opinion/nine-best-victor...
As for Clough, an eccentric genius who could get quite ordinary players to play like world beaters but he did it because of the eye for footballing talent in his assistant Peter Taylor. A film about him 'The Damned United' is an insight into the often controversial man who put both Derby County and Nottingham Forest Football Clubs on the map.
Luke Stewart: Silt Trio - 06.10.2023 - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg
www.jazzfoto.at/konzertfotos23/luke-stewart-silt-trio/Ind...
Besetzung:
Luke Stewart: double bass
Brian Settles: sax
Chad Taylor: drums
Meet Brian. Brian has always been a solitary type of guy, but he's ready to settle down with the perfect girl Heron. He likes short walks on the sand and rocks. He enjoys sitting in one spot for long periods of time. His food preferences include small fish and crawfish. Although he's mainly quiet and reserved, when he does express himself audibly, he sounds like a cross between a cow and pig. If you know Brian's soulmate, let him know!
As Brian's birthday is today and a working day for the rest of the family, we had an early celebration on 15th at Norton Park Hotel Sutton Scotney, nr Winchester. The grounds were extensive and beautiful.
I am blessed to have this gentleman in my life. Brian is the kind of guy who will help anyone with anything, and do it with a smile. Everyone needs a helping hand from time to time and knowing you can turn to someone like him is something the world needs more of.
I took this shot as he was busy cooking in our church's kitchen for a spaghetti fundraiser. A coupla hundred people happily slurping their saucy strands of spaghetti and Brian and his kitchen crew pulled it off flawlessly.
P.S. Brian has a great sense of humor and I think he'd get a hearty laugh out of the fact that flickr's auto taggging has added "ancient" to this post.
P.P.S. A special thanks to John Herzog www.flickr.com/photos/xdop/ for the portraiture inspiration.
Brian Baylis was a MAKER, and very much in the capital letter sense of the word. Brian made things, and he took making things very seriously. The things he made were a visceral part of him, each different from the other. I met him as a bicycle frame builder but quickly learned he was also a knife maker. Having a fondness for knives, I immediately started trying to get him to make me one. It would be awhile before that happened. When he built my Baylis frame, he gave me a little gift by etching his knife-maker’s logo in the fork crown. Maybe it was a small joke about why he hadn’t made me a knife yet, but it was characteristically Brian. The picture of my fork crown with its maker’s mark is my small tribute to Brian. Anyone who wishes to use or share it in a similar way is welcome to it.
Of course, Brian didn’t just build frames and make knives. He made music and art and lots of other things. A true MAKER with his mark made on almost everything and everyone he touched.
Oh, and he did finally make me my knife. Happy trails brother.