Day 4 - Adventures in a Holiday camp

There's something to be said for the photographer of the natural world to be set assignments in the man-made world to see what the naturalistic eye picks out. An early morning trip around the holiday camp I am staying in as part of a dance weekend reveals a little less beauty than I 'd hoped but much more humour.

The full set of pictures can be found here

There's something almost poignant about the recumbent Elvis in the depths of some hideously difficult arcade game though the stitches which form a mouth are grisly - moreover the funereal posture only reinforces his sad fate and the half-hearted right hand, thumbs up sums up a career that was cut tragically short.

This teddy bear is surrounded by chains and lights and labels: how distant it is from the lovable, huggable image one would want if one was really selling teddy bears. The piles of coins next to him reveal his location in a game where gravity and the opposition of forces are stacked against any child who wants to pluck Teddy from this hell hole. But maybe today's child is more interested in a key ring.....

And then sailing over the chalets came a Herring Gull in bright summer plumage as white as white can be. Pristine in form and colour, and expert on the gusty winds and all the time looking to scavenge food. Here was real beauty above us - but how many people would look up to squint at the sun to see it?

My walk was almost entirely uninspired by humans - many another day in this 30 Days of Creativity I should try taking ONLY people. But the people are transitory here - they come stay a week and go as Elvis lies there - never unrecognised but never celebrated or released from his glass tomb.