Ray's Photos

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Part One today from the print scan archive is a bit spacey, man


Waiting for a Burger
sitting in the street outside a backstreet burger joint tripped out of my mind. Mid-seventies, Hove. Pic by Bill


Night Lights 1


Night Lights 2


Night Lights 3


An Offer You Can't Refuse
Paul C with a fistful of fifties


Gentleman Caller
1991-2, Oldland Common


Plumes
In the bottom left, my mother at her wedding, 75 years ago today

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Part Two
My garden, 10 June


Phyllis Bede


Profusion


Triumph of the Ox-Eyes


Cross-hatching


Pads


Back to Phyllis

Back tomorrow. Probably.

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Part one is in Devon as the June days move into double digits, while part two is all over the place with scanned prints
from various decades of the last century


Pods
metal plant supports in the form of poppy heads


The Weed Patch
Teazels putting on a show


New Roads
Some kind soul with wellington boots has pushed up new lines of stones leading from Creedy Beach, making it possible
to reach previously inaccessible areas dry-shod


Scabbard




Someone Else's Roses
Them at the Creedy Widger, to be precise

Tomorrow, visitors!

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Part Two


Wednesday Night
Virtually every Wednesday throughout the 1980s, Ed would come for a couple of hours or so after work to score,
drink beer, and listen to music. He enjoyed it, but made a point of posing grumpy in pictures. Mansions, ’86-’87


Him Again
Plasticine gorilla in the garden at Oldland Common, 1991


Collage
Bill's Room at Vernon Terrace, Brighton, around 1980


Welcome to My World
The Trip Room, Oldland Common, 1990s


Young
With my high school girlfriend, Marion, summer of 1966, and I'm soon off to university. Pic by
my dad or, more likely, grandad


Driving Lesson
Pic by Richard Gollin, East Kent, around 1969

And since I've found a seam of pics not taken by me, here's someone else's (a boyhood friend of Chip's brother
who emigrated to Canada at roughly the same time as Peter – his name was Bob, I think) view of The
Trip Room in the late 1990s


Monochrome Trip with Two Teds

While this one I just find rather haunting. The guy on the left is Mum's number three brother, my uncle Albert.
The one with him is his best mate, Wilf Martindale. Albert was born in 1911, so I'm thinking this is sometime in
around 1930, in a photographer's studio, obvs., occasion unknown. Look how long Albert's fingers are – that's
just to the first knuckle. And he's dressed up to the nines - I remember a careworn old guy, not this sharpie
with a great crown of hair

Pals

More randomness tomorrow

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Part one today, featuring the print scans, starts before I was born then chunters up the decades in a splendidly random fashion


Not Thrilled
My dad as a teenager, 1930s, Tottenham. Pic by my grandad, probably


A Grand Day Out
My formidable Grandma with me and my 'cousin' Brenda (actually the step-grand-daughter of my Aunt Ciss: her husband, Charlie Mart,
had two children, Victor and Doreen, by a previous marriage. Doreen was 'no better than she should be', having as a teen already
accumulated two babies from two different Yanks by the end of WWII, before decamping to Oz to let Aunt Ciss bring up Brenda
– I don't think I ever knew what happened to the first child), around summer 1952 or maybe 3, judging by the size of me.
We're at Southend: before the day was done I had launched that bucket I'm carrying off the pier, and was only at the last moment
physically prevented from launching Grandma's handbag, containing all our money and the tickets back to Tottenham, after it.


Growth Spurt
My cousin Tony, three months older than me and the youngest child of my dad's sister, was a shrimp throughout childhood, but
eventually got close to six feet. This pic with my nan was probably taken by my grandad in 1966, the year before both grandparents
died. It's in the same back yard as that one of my dad above, in 6 Glenwood Road, Tottenham


The OM Tee
Into the seventies now, and one I took: Bill in Brunswick Place, Brighton, modelling the T-shirt uniform of Operation Mindfuck,
our Frisbee freestyle team. 1976 or so


D0pe P0rn
Crumbled up Afghani (left) and Lebanese (right) hashish. 1990s, Oldland Common


Between Two Baskets
Bill in the Trip Room during the Great Immortality Working, 11 November 1995. He's not asleep, he's listening
to Yo La Tengo's Painful, IIRC


The Look
Anni asked me to take some pics of her for a dating agency, or whatever they were called before they went online.
This is the one she chose. Late 1990s maybe

More non-sequiturs next time

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Part Two
On the other hand is back in the second week of June in deep Devon


The Mighty Creedy, part 307


In Timeless Lane
I love this one unreservedly


Delphiniums at the Gate


The Day the Jay Came


Picnic Table
With Pete Harris of the eyebrows, previously seen 40-odd years older shot in an Afghan, and his wife, Jude.
This pic, like the one before, by Ms Thang


Lined Up
The new configuration of Creedy Beach


Shorn
The total nanty riah look from the formerly totally hairy Adrian, who came for an overnighter the same day as Pete
and Jude whizzed by at lunchtime on their way to Plymouth and the Normandy ferry

Tomorrow, back to the plants

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Part one today is all in the garden, mostly rosy, in the middle of June. I've given the caption writer a part off















Tomorrow, more of this

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Part Two
features scanned historical prints in the continuing sage of my life, and welcome to it


Pike
Dave of that ilk, outside 23 Abbey St, Faversham, 1971


Tricolor Breakfast
Apologies to fellow vegetarians. Those were different times. When, I'm not sure


Tibbits Tatto Classics
Shopfront in, IIRC, Ware, Herts, around 1972 or 73


The Belly of the Beast
Last Trip at the Mansions, 1989. Billy took this one. The pic I was taking is in the archives. Somewhere


Space Salesman
Mike, location unknown, mid-’70s


The Sunset Net Catches Another One


Signature


Biggles Vs the Moon Dragons
I think I put up another version of this recently, but this is an improvement. Brighton, around 1980

ttfn

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Part One today is looking at some old favourites from the Print archive: part Two, as usual, is strict tempo, from the middle of June this year.


Dulce Domum
The 100+-year-old terraced house I lived in from 1950 to 1959 or 1960. That's me and Dad in the doorway, pic by Grandad.
My mother's mother had moved there as a rental in 1939: dad bought it after her death in 1955 for a few hundred pounds,
and the first thing he did was replace the sash windows with the (home-made; he was a handy guy) casements pictured here
which were probably the reason the pic was taken. So I'm 6, going on 7, and it's the summer of 1955. The house was demolished in the
1960s and the roads re-routed, so Clyde Road no longer exists, except in a severely truncated form.


Shaky & Poo
The incorrigible poser with his landlady's dog, Torquay, 1972 or 1973


Champ
Darkie, one-time London dogbee champ, catches a beauty. I know this one has been in before, but it's a newly-edited version


Back Street Cinema
Just beyond the Star Inn (love that sign btw), the local fleapit where I saw Soylent Green, The Wizard of Oz and Straw Dogs,
among others, while ripped off my tits on acid. It was literally a two-minute walk from the house in Abbey Street


Autobiography
The Trip Room, 1995-2004


Serenity


The Mysterious Orient
The Trip Room, 1995-2004

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Part Two

But Was There Anyone there to Hear?
New tree accident in the Long Plantation


Think I Mighty Need Some Help
The stick monitor surveys the scene


Another Roadside Attraction
I know I've used this caption before, but less often than 'side show'. Give me a break; they can't all be gems


The Queen of Paeonia




Going Off Script
An evening primrose enjoying some morning flowering


There's a Pond There Somewhere

back tomorrow, probably

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Part one today is all about plants, in the garden and house, approaching this year's summer solstice.


Candy-Stripes


Here Be Dragons


Red, White and Pink


Honeysuckle Growing on the Honeysuckle Vine


Snappy


Window Dressing


Party Lights

Getting out and about a bit more tomorrow

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Part Two
the usual nonsense from the print scan archives, dated as best I can. Most seem to be from the nineties.


Andy the TG Cat
Bought as Candy, a queen, then swiftly renamed Andy when his genitalia finally escaped from that ridiculous fur.
Ludicrous, limp, camp creature. 1990s, High Barnet.


No Hiding Place
Sean, Clive's youngest child, born on my 40th birthday. And like me, a childhood aversion to being photographed.
about 1994 or 1995, Goginan


How the West 11 Was Won
Ed's place, Ladbroke Grove, 1970s


Waiting on the Tree
Xmas ornaments, around 2007, Kenn


A Sense of Place
Oldland Common, 1990s


Life Before Photoshop 2 – Pheasant Intrusion
Original photo Whitstable, 1990s (probably)


Crispy on Top
Chris Pape, Jubilee Beacon, Brent Knoll, Somerset, 1990s. The only time I ever walked to the top of the Knoll


Signifiers


Early Work
Somewhere in Bristol, 1990s

More dodgy manoeuvres tomorrow

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As I suggested earlier, most of the print scans in Part One today are from the period after I moved to Bristol at the end of 1990, but first, one from the 1970s


Ma
Phyllis Lily Granger in the mid-1970s, in her early 50s, Ware


It'll Never Last
No idea where or when; I like to photograph characterful shopfronts, as the more keen-eyed among you may have noticed


On the Waterfront 1


On the Waterfront 2
Getting moody in Bristol, 1990s


Eco Parable
Probably ... Oldland Common, 1990s


IFO over the Coast
The Trip Room Blind


Corrugations
Suburban platforms at Paddington Station


Mirror Images

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Part Two
Is approaching the longest day this year

Downriver
Creedy Beech


Boniface and Bowling Green
Statue of the local saint in Crediton Park


All Saints
Crediton Parish Church


Comma and Cuckoo Spit
Random hedgerow


Bishop
Back in the Garden


Copper and Pink
The copper leaves belong to Lysimachia ' Firecracker' but I've completely forgotten what the pink daisies are. Suggestions welcome

And we end with three pics of the sunset on June 21






Tomorrow, the days start to shorten...

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Coming in a little early as there's Proper Football on telly tonight.
In Part One, the days start imperceptibly to shorten near the end of last month, while in Part Two, Good Sense takes a look at the print scan archive, shakes her head, sighs, and moves on.


Waiting for Bud and Ches


Medley


Rude Intrusions


Just Round the River Bend
A very fine, cheesy, US squeak-pop Dick and Dee Dee B-side from 1964
What's that you say? Oh, here you go then...



War of the Worlds


Natural Camo


The Artist's Signature

Tomorrow (and indeed for the foreseeable) flowers, birdies, and the (very) odd dog
...

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Part Two
Unless otherwise noted, all from the mid to late 1990s. Probably


Raygeworld: Still Rotating After All these Years


The Comfort of Socks
Blue, Swansea


White Gold
Golden Valley, between Bristol and Bath


Number 7
Bristol


Rich Pickings
Putney Railway Bridge, Right River of Dreams. The ?bastions? of this bridge, holding up the fence that separates the footbridge from the District Line, have long been an easy target for apprentice taggers and over-taggers. While this is a general shot, I have a hundred or more (oh, they'll be coming) taken with close up lenses that reveal the images within the mayhem. Theoretically


Bric-a-Brac
The Trip room, Oldland, around the turn of the century

The (bong) hits just keep on coming...

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Early again today, for much the same reason as yesterday
Part one for the print scans, part two for the digital extravaganza; enjoy


Shaky Bridge
Pulteney Bridge, Bath, reflected in the Avon


'Harbledown Court'
In the springtime of my first year as a doctorate student at UKC (1970), I moved out of my lodgings with a delightfully dotty lady rejoicing in a name better-suited to a pox doctor's clerk, Seymour-Cox, and into this house, owned by a barrister and Liberal politico, who lived on the ground floor with his much younger wife, and their three young children. My room was the top right in this picture (the house was at the top of a hill on the A2 from Dover to London: the sound of trucks double de-clutching as they ground up the incline went all through the night). There were four undergrads living in the rooms at the back. Two of them, TT and Jacqui, should be familiar by now. Both the others, Des and Nick, are currently FB pals.
It was living with these four that opened my eyes and led me to abandon Academe for Bohemia. Hoorah for them. This pic at a much later date, 1994 maybe - the place was more beaten up in the early 1970s, and certainly wasn't called Harbledown Court.


Albiceleste
Oldland Common, 1990s


The Cruel Sea
An altered image of uncertain vintage


Family
The last picture, I think, to feature all three of us. Taken by my grandad, 1965, Ware


Stretch
Tallulah gives it the full explosion in a fur factory. Oldland, 1990s


On the Town
Soho (I think), winter evening, 1990s

next time, the usual scatter, same broad period

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Part Two
Flora and fauna from the heart of deepest Devon in the twenties of June this year


Crop


Seeds and Grain


Dahlias


Wild and Crazy



Feeding Frenzy
A sparrow and, um, dunno really ... anyone?


Halcyon

Tomorrow, a proliferation of floriferousness.

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Part one is from a mere three weeks or so ago: the scattered petals of part two are from the printscans collection, the nineties to the early noughties.


New View
Since the Douglas fir was cut down, the view from the bedroom has improved

And here's some florals, in case you were jonesing for them












More from the garden tomorrow

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Part Two
Briefly continues the floral theme before swerving off into the ditch


Double Hocks


It's Coming Home
Chip on her way to the judging for the Harry Bowling Prize, which she won to launch her career as a novelist.
77 North Street Oldland Common, 2000


The Albert
Where and when lost in the mists of time...


Waves
Brizzle waterfront, anywhen


Rayging in the Dying Light
Trip Room, Oldland, late 1990s


Savannah Sunset
As above, only in the loft


The View from Lea Bridge
Ware, Herts, late 1990s

Tomorrow, Brighton, Bristol and the Welsh Marches