Notes Made Whilst… away in memory: 11 August 2020
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…
Winter’s Calling
Late November, the dark peak. Winter is home again on these high moors, mewling in with chill-lash days of sleet and gale. With fellhard testing days of hail obscured horizons and roaring, bed broaching brooks.
Develop; processing in the digital darkroom
just a spacer A short how I do it film this weekend. I am, at heart, a monochrome photographer. It is how I learnt the game with a home made enlarger in a spare room. It is still often how…
To a possible reader…
just a spacer A note to a possible reader. On prose, specifically mine, often the purple variety. I make no apology, for none is needed. I love words. I cherish them. I love their variety. I love that old words…
Crossing the road: Division Street, Sheffield
In search of the urban green man. Sheffield.
Horizons Irish Sea
A short film reflecting on a part of our relationship to the sea. The film is part of a long term project “Seaside”; an observation of Britain’s curious relationship with it’s coast. The still images, video and sound were recorded…
Getting out the door: A morning run
A short film made after I’d been woken by my neighbourhood version of the dawn chorus. The local blackbirds and sparrows started up around 0500, some three hours before my alarm was due to wake me. I yielded to the…
Winter bicycle, waiting in the shadows. Sheffield.
Sheffield, my home city, a hilly place(like Rome, seven of them, allegedly) a city surprisingly full of bicycles. In winter, as the nights have drawn in they dodge and weave amongst cars and buses and pedestrians alike. Or, like this…
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