A work in progress. Well, more play than work, and in several parts … This being part two, part one is here. A Prologue “I was quite badly injured the last half of 2016 and a good chunk of 2017, I needed a target. Having been accused of not acting …
Summer’s here, and with it comes fell racing season. All over the north bunches of enthusiasts scamper updownroundacross rough ground. Very often on a midweek evening after work, then both days at the weekend. None of these events can work though without another bunch of enthusiasts behind the scenes. Usually …
“Besides The Seaside” is an ongoing body of work glancing at our sometimes complex relationship with the coast. Why “besides” not ‘beside”? Well, it’s quite a long story. With a little serendipity. The project started life years ago as “Coast”. There was even a small show, and a discussion of …
For a while now I’ve been posting short vignettes on my Instagram and Twitter. A single image and jotted down streams of awareness notes always starting “Notes made whilst …”. Usually, though not always these are nature or landscape based. Most of the photos have been made digitally: some are …
Notes made whilst in Sheffield: 6 August 2019. ~ warm wind, with an edge; blowing dark cloud in from the peak ~ children’s squeals from fairground rides ~ sparrows bustle in paving hemmed street trees ~ in Fargate’s swirling crowd’s chaotic flow leaves a sudden eddy of space, pigeons swoop …
Notes made whilst on a bridge: 20 June 2019. ~ rumble of traffic, chatter of people ~ sand martins scooping river flies ~ shadow of heron passes ~ dragonfly hawking from typha ~ crowfoot trailing in the current ~ river Don, dead in my childhood, now alive again ~ …
Notes made whilst sauntering: 1 July 2020. ~ a long familiar place, unvisited for decade or so ~ wind, carrying drizzle, in branches ~ grass snake swimming amidst horsetails ~ the great sickness, for a while, far away ~ half traces of maybe paths – tempting ~ explore for a …
Notes made whilst away in memory: 11 August 2020. ~ an old photo, January on Kinder ~ the quietness of cold fog ~ alone ~ an isolation not imposed but freely chosen ~ running easily within a moving twenty metre cocoon ~ distant guback-gabuck grouse laugh ~ then silence, bar …
I found this marvellous book, Modern Photojournalism: Origin and Evolution, 1910-1933 by Tim N. Gidal, in a local antique market. It turns out to be the first volume of a series Photography: Men and Movements. These particular men* are predominantly working in Germany from the last years of the German …
An old favourite this, rich almond rock cakes, crispy outside, moist and crumbly inside. Eaten warm with apricot jam they’re the most luscious comfort food. A mug of hot chocolate or cocoa to wash it down with is indulgent, and good. The cakes are also, if any last to become …