Weaving continues ..

So this is my work for the American Craft Council Vintage Photo Project.

http://craftcouncil.org/post/vintage-photo-project-rebecca-clifford

I feel very honoured to have been given this opportunity but also quite shy. It's strange, quite exposing, to see my work on someone else's website. "Is it good enough ?" "Did I do enough ?". Some of the other projects are really good I loved Rebecca Seimering's Star Light Cape and Matthew Courtway's prints.

This is the website address of a fascinating documentary film-maker that I met on my return journey from Cley last week. I wanted to share because I have been so inspired by our meeting. I hope that in passing it on anyone who reads my blog will have a chance to be inspired similarly. There is something about internet exposure that has a chinese whisper quality which is fine but I want to direct anyone who reads my blog directly to the source because I think she tells her stories well. http://socialfilms.org/

And the other thing I've been doing is getting my loom set up. I bought it secondhand some time ago but while I was at uni I used the studio ones and I got a little scared of mine as it was a different make and design. But, my friend Aviva http://www.avivaleigh.com/, came and had a look at it, and with her help I now have a short lambswool warp ready to go. I am letting myself play while I get accustomed to the quirks and foibles of the loom. And actually, although it is a little bit wobbly on it's stand, in all other ways it is lovely to use, soft and quiet. And, it is a joy to be weaving again.

I'm all behind times with my blog because I was writing up my trip to the Dordogne. But just for the record I've taken couple of trips out to Cley-next-the-sea, Norfolk researching for a submission. A submission is not the same as getting the gig so I am going with hope, and a resolve to enjoy the process of applying because it may not come to anything. Anyway, Cley was beautiful on both days. The first visit was on Oct 22nd, I went with my friend Colin and we happily spent a couple of hours beach-combing the tide line towards Blakeney. It was sometimes grey, and sometimes rainy, and sometimes the sun broke through. We saw a seal and ate our lunches, looking inland, next to the Watch House, a victorian cottage built on the edge of the Blakeney marshes.
On Nov 1st, my second trip, I caught the train to Sheringham, and then the coasthopper bus to Cley. I'd thought to look at the church, and the lanes around it, but my instincts drew me back to the beach. I walked in the opposite direction towards Salthouse, along the seashore and then back on the path between the beach and the marshes. 
One of the highlights of the walk was seeing a small flock of snow buntings grazing and low-fluttering on the grass by the side of the path. I had not seen them before and one of the birdwatchers said they were probably migrants from scandinavia. The light is quite low now that it is autumn and I got a couple of quite nice shots of the marshes I think, given that I am an amateur. Also one of a sock on a post which I just liked.