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).
Sunshine outside at last in London: time for the first crop of Summer 2018.
Note: one crop does not a summer make
Television Centre, that was the great sprawling powerhouse of BBC television, newly revealed. This view has just become public now that the extension to Westfield Shepherd Bush shopping centre has opened its doors and the cranes that have been converting the broadcasting centre have done their work and left. Note the demolition of the East Tower and Design Building and the additional floors above Stage 5. White City tube station in the foreground (Hammersmith and City Line. Selections from a stitched panorama.
This is not how things are meant to be in Marseille ever, let alone on the first day of Spring, the day of the vernal equinox. And the talk in the boulangerie as I bought my croissants this morning was that his morning’s is the third fall of snow in Marseille this winter. That’s climate change.
Marseille’s idealistic Parc of the 26 Centuries, celebrating the city’s history through three millennia, contrasted with the reality of Marseille traffic: scooters weaving round cars and all waiting for the off at the lights at Cours Honoré-d’Estienne-d’Orves.
