Petrifying objects

The waterfall at Mother Shipton’s Cave beside the River Nidd is a natural feature which was first opened to paying visitors in the 1600s, and is believed to be the oldest entrance-paying tourist attraction in England. For centuries this and other ‘petrifiying wells’ have been an attraction Read More »

Art and the origins of life


Artists considering the origins of life on Earth have addressed the subject in many different ways, using visual methods to represent a variety of theories.  From representations of DNA – the blueprint for life – to oversized sculptures of microscopic organisms, here art and science work together to consider how life on earth began more than 3 billion years ago. Read More »

Kurt Schwitters – Merz Barn

Merzbarn by Julie Dawn Dennis
“The word ‘Merz’ was used in the sense of a bringing together of discarded or broken fragments to make a new whole, and also of signifying the inherent one-ness of a creation that could be shattered by war or circumstance, but could be re-combined by the healing genius of the artist.”
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Walking, ambling, taking my time

I was not sure what to expect when I bought a copy of the book ‘A philosophy of walking’ by Frederic Gros, but the title led me to pick it off the shelf and then I wanted to read it – perhaps to see what could be deduced from my own walking habits. Read More »

Looking for clues: A Hayman Seleg Mendelssohn portrait

When visiting my parents in Cornwall recently I found a Victorian ‘cabinet card’ for sale for a few pence in amongst the bric-a-brac of a second hand shop. Coming from Cumbria, my first though was that it looked very much like a young Beatrix Potter and I brought it home to the Lakes to have a closer look.  Online, my search engine led me straight to the National Portrait Gallery where 69 portraits by Mendelssohn are kept.  Read More »

Lost and found

Peripheral Strangers by Julie Dawn Dennis

A day or two ago I lost a camera. A tiny, battered old film camera with little value.  I think it slipped out of my pocket while I was walking through a muddy field.  Luckily I had taken only a few frames on a roll of 35mm film.  Not much of a loss, really.

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