Broad Daylight photography to celebrate Burns
As part of Homecoming Scotland 2009 and to mark the 250th anniversary of the birth of Robert Burns, photographers Ross Gillespie and Tricia Malley have produced an exhibition and publication, As Others See Us.
With introductory texts by Julie Lawson of the Scottish National Portrait Gallery and Professor David Purdie, the work features images of – and texts by – Eddi Reader, Aamer Anwar, Peter Howson, Christopher Brookmyre, Hardeep Singh Kohli and Clan Chief Sir Malcolm MacGregor of MacGregor, to name but a few.
It is a celebration of Scottish culture, reflecting and conveying through words and pictures the work of this extraordinary man and his relevance today – not only to the people of Scotland but to a wider audience.
The exhibition and publication are sponsored by The Leith Agency, Hasselblad and Bowens and advance orders for the book can be placed with Luath Press.
Below is a selection from 'as others see us', with photography by broad daylight. (See the gallery to the left of the page to view the pictures in a larger format.)
Epigram to a Painter
Dear --, I'll gie ye some advice
You’ll tak it no uncivil:
You shoudna paint at angels man
But try and paint the Devil.
To paint an angel’s kittle wark, Wi’ Nick there's little danger;You'll easy draw a lang-kent face, But no sae weel a stranger.Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory;Fareweel even to the Scottish name, Sae fam'd in martial story !Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands, And Tweed rins to the ocean,To mark whare England's province stands, Such a parcel of rogues in a nation !
Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes
Ca’ the yowes to the knowesCa' them whare the heather growsCa' then whare the burnie rowes, My bonnie Dearie. As I gaed down the water –side,There I met my Shepherd-lad:He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,And he ca’d me his Dearie.
To A Mouse, On turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough
Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me !The present only toucheth thee:But Och! I backward cast my e'e. On prospects drear !An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear !
My Jean - a Fragment
Though Cruel Fate should bid us part Far as the pole and lineHer dear idea round my heart Should tenderly entwine. Though mountains rise, and deserts howl, And oceans roar between;Yet dearer than my deathless soul I still would love my Jean.
Holy Willie’s Prayer
Yet I am here, a chosen sample,To shew Thy grace is great and ample:I'm here, a pillar o' Thy temple Strong as a rock,A guide, a ruler and example To a' Thy flock. -