Steve Bucknell's photos

Detail. Street Art. Sheffield.

An accidental shot today, but much better than anything I composed myself. The Pylons The secret of these hills was stone, and cottages Of that stone made, And crumbling roads That turned on sudden hidden villages Now over these small hills, they have built the concrete That trails black wire Pylons, those pillars Bare like nude giant girls that have no secret. The valley with its gilt and evening look And the green chestnut Of customary root, Are mocked dry like the parched bed of a brook. But far above and far as sight endures Like whips of anger With lightning's danger There runs the quick perspective of the future. This dwarfs our emerald country by its trek So tall with prophecy Dreaming of cities Where often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck. Stephen Spender

Dogs are welcome inside Lincoln Cathedral. Katerina was Tennyson’s beloved Irish Wolfhound. I don’t know if these two facts are connected at all.

Roof boss. Lincoln Cathedral. Hipstamatic colouring effect, quite appropriate: these stone carvings were originally brightly painted.

Erwin Wurm. Big Disobedience. Yorkshire Sculpture Park.

Apologies if anyone was trying to comment. It was accidental.

Reflection.

My own installation creation, plus Hipstamatic effect.

Cathedral Chapter House.

The Earth, parked in Lincoln Cathedral, in the cool and shade.

My favourite of the many exterior stone carvings at the cathedral.

Photograph of an image projected onto the wall of a prison cell, Lincoln.

Recreation Recreation built half steps trips major minor transactions sentient bandages warped around smiles of retribution heads fastened and racked with teeth kid I you told you beseeched some almost Mutant gifts shale dismal answer slipping eyes as the built mercy crumples what passes concrete facings paradise prevailed lately pored over the aesthetics tumescent humiliation turned towards Black eyed speech dead consonants you have to say coagulated blondes or whitehaired half baked excerpts from recent hair wars you had no parting in you had savaged corpses walking chic On the runways of Paris New York Milan Rome brings purgatory pleasure of cut and bone limbs glimpsed arches sensual among happy girders music uplifted angels opened their nascent Wings aslant solitudes flesh piled indifferently sends days molten rose through black seared cooled crusted collapse arrangements kept heaped latent briefly dying has nothing to fear yet from Successive occasions brought balance back in to the foiled hands at the crested fluted ice sculpture met the stale future the future that tastes chewed cud the curled tongue flaccid understanding Inherent pain begins its long drawn again withered instructions on how to cut smooth paste amend the various corners of a quiet life engenders between fogged windows where you solace seek light To flake soft with extracting some measures some phases said as dusk aware and unaware and partially available to the nodding heart some last push impertinent pleasures towards this infernal Scenery of recreation

"out and out the most precious piece of architecture in the British Isles and roughly speaking worth any two other cathedrals we have" John Ruskin.