Photography, Writing and Research
This morning felt lazy and quiet and for awhile, silent. Other than the constant backdrop of the virus, our awareness of its consequences, and the strangeness of 'lockdown', today revealed itself to be dominated by two things. First, the endless interminable repetition of the opening bars of Bohemian Rhapsody, as someone (nameless), in our house... Continue Reading →
Today I managed to see my long time friend - Tom Cahill, of sometime American, occasionally French and now mostly British personage, a Quaker, Anarchist, Cyclist, Tai Chi practitioner and 'old guy' who lives near enough for me to avoid arrest for unnecessary travel and who needed some shopping. We sat a long way from... Continue Reading →
So today was all about working from home (wfh), reading the work of students, taking delivery of a parcel (Joel's birthday), speaking with colleagues, and now and again hunting for interesting light, or otherwise annoying my family with a camera. One of the things I enjoy most about photography is the way it allows you... Continue Reading →
I want to document something of this strange and dislocating period we're living through, this post-Brexit, new-Pandemic, stay at home moment.
I am delighted to have been awarded the Amateur Photographer Magazine and MPB inaugural ‘Rising Star’ award and to have the support of both organisations and the mentoring of Peter Dench in pursuing a twelve month photography project on ‘change’ in the High Arctic. In travelling north, a huge passion of mine, but one for... Continue Reading →
One of the things I enjoy most about seaside resorts is the night. Neon and phosphorescence burning shadows from brightly painted doorways and dark corners. Faces illuminated by unnatural colour casts, gloom lit blues and fluorescent pinks, whilst spitting tubes hum to themselves over the loud breath of laughter and spilt food. A few weeks... Continue Reading →
I came across The Lone Bellow when their second album - 'Then Came the Morning' was released in 2015. In the three years since, I've seen them four times and on occasions met with members of the band before and after gigs, as they seem strangely and thankfully impervious to their listening public... Their music... Continue Reading →
Steampunks make regular returns to Morecambe Bay. There's the usual mix of bands, performance, talks, dressing up and selling stuff. All mixed with purposefully naive Victoriana, passion for engineering, a punk aesthetic, techno-utopianism, a gothic sensibility and most things in between. I've never quite 'got' any of this myself, and it can often appear completely... Continue Reading →
Perhaps the idea of street photography in the Yorkshire Dales or the Lake District sounds odd. After all, our experience of the street as a medium is shaped by the photographers who made their names in the City - Joel Meyerowitz, Vivian Meir, Bruce Gilden, Diane Arbus, all of whom found their subjects in the... Continue Reading →