I grew up on my neighbours’ farm in the Lake District, England and spent lots of time as a child helping the adults outside with the sheep, lambs and cows in the pouring r...
The issue of SHOTS magazine current at the time of this writing contains images central to my thesis: Recovered slides from my grandfather’s collection. On the off-chance...
As someone with a fairly modest stockpile of photographic equipment, I often find myself praised for not succumbing to the so-called Gear Acquisition Syndrome. Which is funny. B...
This is how I remember that day: it was a day when the university of my town received the foundation stone for a campus of its own. And in the far west US army occupied the capi...
The last post you read was probably also the last one that would give you that fuzzy warm feeling. It might have restored your hope in humanity and also made you a bit of an opt...
Last time I told you about how I learnt about a symbiotic interaction between kids living on the river bank and the train that passes over the bridge that crosses the river.
Th...
Where to find some decent inspso…? it’s a question I ponder as I sit chained to my work desk doing (cough cough) “important” non photography related wor...
For a photographer there is probably very little worse than permanently losing a body of your work. Your images are your expression of your place in the world, and to have thous...