Stu Jenks' Fezziwig Press: Dartmoor

February 17, 2022

This and that, from my studio...

Posted at 12:07 PM in Ancestors, Arizona, Art, Beech Wood, Christmas and Winter Solstice, Coalmine Canyon, Dartmoor, England, Family, Good Folk, Hopi, Love, Mountains, Mountains of North Carolina, Native People, Night Photography, Nocturnal Photography, North Carolina, Snow, Stars, The Moon, The Sky, The South, The West | Permalink | Comments (0)

December 03, 2021

A deep dive into my hard drives, and a few new images as well...

So recently I've been doing deep dives into my hard drives, to perhaps find some images I had overlooked, or reprocess some photos from the past that I can make better. It's been fun.

Here, is a Zippo lighter image, shot at dusk at Council Rocks in Arizona a few years back. (I may need to do more flame tower images here in North Carolina. Hmm.) I popped the color a bit and sharpened the photo a little. I really like this image and this place. It is the place where the Apache chief Cochise lived, and where he made peace with the Americans in the 1870's. I miss Arizona so.

Other old and a few new images are below. If you want a print of anything, reach out.

And may you all have a Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year.

Love y'all.

Stu.

"Washington Monument 1961, D.C." (c) Image capture Stu Jenks 2021, photographer unknown, from a postcard.

"Crowned Buddha, Ackland Art Museum, Chapel Hill, North Carolina" (c) Stu Jenks.

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August 10, 2019

Obelisks, Hoops & Chairs

"Obelisk, Washington, DC" (c) Image capture by Stu Jenks, from a 1961 postcard.

Posted at 01:56 AM in Ancestors, Arizona, Black & White Photography, Canyons, Dartmoor, Emotions, Faith, Family, Fezziwig Press, Forgiveness, Home, Hope, Humor, Love, Marriage, Nannie's Mirror, Native People, Nocturnal Photography, North Carolina, Pamela's Baby Rocking Chair, Prayer, Sepia, Spirituality, Stu Jenks, The Arizona Trail, The Border, The Indian Wars, The Poor, The Road, The West, Travel, Tucson, Valleys, Virginia, Washington, DC, Women | Permalink | Comments (0)

August 31, 2016

The Snail Sisters' Folly...

Posted at 04:51 PM in Black & White Photography, Buildings, Chagford, Dartmoor, England, United Kingdom | Permalink | Comments (0)

April 09, 2016

"Tintagel Castle"

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October 29, 2013

"Wistman's Wood"

I used to like Halloween as a child, with its Baby Ruth candies, its neighborhood spookiness and it being my mother's birthday too, but I haven't liked the holiday for years. I'm not a big fan that in America many adults use the holiday as an opportunity to express their sexual darkness, or their romanticism of Death, or their drunken angry inner selves. That being said, I do like the reverence of the Christian All Souls' Day, All Saints' Day and the resurgence of The Day Of The Dead celebrations, with personal altars displaying photographs of loved ones gone, and orange marigolds on graves newly cleaned.

I'll be walking in the All Souls' Procession in Tucson this Sunday, but I'm planning a more personal observance this weekend, of this time of the year when the veil between worlds is thin. Next year, I hope to be near Lively, Virginia, sitting on a bench in my family plot on November 1st, small candles burning near the headstones of my mother, father and sister.

Above is a photograph I took of Wistman's Wood last Spring when I was visiting friends in Chagford, Dartmoor. One of the oldest remaining oak wood in all of the UK, beautifully dwarfed by time and wind, Wistman's Wood truly is a sacred place, being its own gateway between earth and sky.

I wish I was there right this second, holding a photo of my family in one hand and a bunch of marigolds in the other. Or if not there, sitting on a marble bench in the Northern Neck of Virginia.

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May 13, 2013

"Scorhill Stone In Thick Deep Mist"

I read Shelagh's map. I thought I knew the way to Scorhill Circle. I did not. I got lost in Gidleigh Wood. Or rather, as Daniel Boone once said, "I've never been lost but I've been a might bewildered." That I was.

Yet sometimes when I get lost, I find wonders. I found a folly that evening, a Victorian building built for no particular use other than to employ the manor's workers. I asked around. Oddly, no one except one person knew of this folly. It seemed I wandered onto private land. Oops. One person said if was where two mad sisters lived a hundred years ago who only ate snails. The Snail Sisters. OK.

I retraced my steps and eventually found my way to the Scorhill Circle. Socked in deep mist, long exposure night photography was out for the mist coated my lens. Disappointed? Only a little. I sat on a nearby fall stone, had a smoke, and prayed in the dimming light and the thick damp mist. It was a very good walk in spite of a very large little toe blister I produced that hobbled me the rest of the trip. It was worth it.

In Tucson again. Wind blowing hard. I love the wind. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I long for mist. Thick deep mist.

Some people leave their hearts in San Francisco. I left a part of mine in Dartmoor. I may have to return to get that piece back or leave more heart there. I haven't decided yet. Leaning toward the latter.