Photography
My photography
I use photography to show something about where I’ve been or people whom I’ve met. As well as trying to see the beauty in a scene or situation, I’m also trying to convey ideas and feelings. My photography is about me and what I do, who I meet and where I go. All my photography tries to be contemporary and creative. I’m resistant to being fitted in to a taxonomy by categorisation such as “travel” or “conceptual” or “nature”. All image-making is political simply by the act of selection and hence exclusion but I am not campaigning for any particular point of view, except to try to see the positives and to live life to the full.
I use 645, 35mm and DX formats plus a handy little digital compact that shoots RAW files. I’ve experimented with non-lens photography - do ask!
I first worked in a monochrome/silver wet darkroom at age 7, helping my Father with scientific prints; I’ve used colour negative materials since age 21 and digital since 2005. I use Photoshop (Adobe) and Photopaint (Corel).
Blencathra (868 m.) ridged with snow on the first day of what the meteorologists call Spring.
My own point of view and not a drone shot: my viewing position is a front row seat on the top deck of the X5 double-decker bus from Penrith.
Blencathra is also known as Saddleback or Hammerhead.
St. Richard’s (1942)
Haywards Heath is the archetypical railway town of BR Southern Region, Metroland in Sussex, but without John Betjeman’s poetic endorsement. Haywards Heath has a bustling main street where Arts and Crafts, Deco and Modernist buildings mingle with more recent offices. I see references to both London Town and Sussex Village architecture.
Candy floss dawn on Skiddaw (931 m.), viewed from Keswick.
Visual exploration of the water in the gorge of the River Greta after some rain in the past 48 hours on the fells upstream. There’s plenty of water flowing but the river isn’t roaring and “angry” - the river level is within the “normal” range.
More photos: Water in Greta Gorge - Lake District National Park
Spectacular sunset and the dockyard where they build Britain’s nuclear-powered submarines in Barrow in Furness, Cumbria.
I find there’s something disquieting about the juxtaposition in this view, even before you know the huge concrete buildings are the silos where they build the nuclear-powered submarines.
