Mountains merge into water: both are part of the raw beauty that is North Wales. Two mud-stuck boats fight a rearguard action on behalf of colour. Happy Monday.
Category: Calendar
On The Front
We travel to the far border of something in order to gaze out at nothing. It's a funny life.
A Moment In Time
Take a moment in time to look at this. Don't worry about the who, the where or the when: I don't know the answer to those questions and it doesn't really matter. The photo is just a moment from what was probably - and hopefully - a long story. Such a rich moment, however: a … Continue reading A Moment In Time
Graveyards
Things should fade away in graveyards: become less sharp and less certain. Colours should merge along with moods; hopes and fears become one. Graveyards are the breeding grounds of memories.
The Summer Of ’68
It was the summer of 1968 and the world was changing. Student protests were sweeping Europe and three students packed their rucksacks and set off in search of adventure. Their passion for protest sank into the muddy ground of a camp site just outside Amsterdam. The passion for change of at least one of the … Continue reading The Summer Of ’68
Cup Of Tea
There's a good chance that my father's uncle's wife's brother is featured on this old photograph of a grocers shop in Manchester. There again, he might not be. It's a nice photograph anyway. Anyone for a cup of tea?
Happy Times
This photograph of Sheffield was taken some 40 years ago when we lived there. It was a bright, bustling place, full of people and lights and a good deal of happiness. If this photo is anything to go by, it also had its fare share of buses. Happy times.
Seaside Memories
A memory from forty years ago. It was the summer, it was the seaside, I was taking photographs because that was what I liked doing then, that is what I like doing now. I think it was Eastbourne but it might have been somewhere else. It doesn't matter: it's a series of shapes, it's a … Continue reading Seaside Memories
Grain
This digital malarkey is all very well and good, but I miss grain. I know you can press a Photoshop button and get false grain, but it's a pale shadow of real grain - the creative offspring of a film too fast and an exposure too reckless. Grainy negatives transformed hapless snappers into the George … Continue reading Grain
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