Steve Bucknell's photos

An abandoned hide. RSPB, Old Moor.

All singing, all dancing, prayer platform. Hipstamatic effect. Manvers , Wath-upon-Dearne.

Assemblage

Heart of Carparkness, Wath upon Dearne.

Brampton Bierlow Church. Hipstamatic effect.

Wath Parish Church. Hipstamatic effect.

Still here.

I must have thought this was worth doing.

I must have thought it was worth doing. And if it gave me pleasure, of course it was.

Give me your arm; help me down Cemetery Road.

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.” ― Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage A Chat With George ‘Death, so called, is a thing that makes men weep. And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.’ Yes, but it’s your snoring keeps me awake, George. ‘Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine.’ Cheaper than Laudanum. ‘A drop of ink makes a million think.’ Think? Really? ‘She walks in beauty, like the night.’ I know, but do you realise how old she is , George? ‘History, with all her volumes vast, hath but one page.’ Have you even started Mr.Gibbon’s book? ‘Life’s too short.’ Well, you’ve got a point there. ‘A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.’ Are you getting at me now? ‘Society is now one polished hoard, formed on the two mighty tribes, the Bores and the Bored.’ I’m going, then, if you’re getting bored.

My lips are sealed. “This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. Tough guy, eh? “Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. I get that, Chuck. “Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club Well, I’m not ordering the soup now. And I’m not falling in love with a donkey. “Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club Yes, yes; but what do you want for breakfast?

It’s enough.

I saw this extremely weathered old sandstone brick and thought it would make a good frame for a Christmas installation. I went down Wath High Street looking for small cake Xmas figures; I asked in a bakery if they sold any. “ No love, sorry, they all come with the cakes we get in.” I wandered on down the street and then I heard : “ We’ve just realised we’ve got some from a cake we’d dropped on the floor yesterday; do you want to have a look?” Back at the bakery they gave me these Christmas figures. I went back to the old parish church where the brick was… and here they are.