Since writing the ‘Do you mind I am smoking a fag’ blog, I’ve gone through my images and realised that themes, rather than planned projects, bubble away somewhere in my subconscious. They must, I mean, I’m no twitcher, fancier or spirit channeller for Jack Duckworth, but pigeons seem to regularly appear in my images.
I’m not sure why, but maybe it's because they can add some drama, grace and even a little comedy to an image.
This, of course, might just be a passing flight of fancy, but you never know, it might just take off.
Till next time...
* A Tracker bar is in the post to the first person to get the title reference. :)
Three Billboards in Digbeth
What you doing?"
"What you doing that for?"
I get these questions regularly when I'm out shooting, but never more so than my recent couple of visits to Milton Keynes.
This month Brazilian photographer Marcio Cabral was stripped of the much coveted Wildlife Photographer of the Year award because he had faked his winning image by placing a stuffed Ant Eater to create the scene.
It's the UK's only dessert
It's the location of Derek Jarman's garden
It's the site of a nuclear power station...
When photographer Stephen Shore moved to Montana in the early 1980s he didn't take a single picture of the beautiful plains and mountains of his new home for 2 years. His reasoning was that he needed that time to truly see and understand the landscape; to see how the light and land continually change and to get beyond the clichés and excitement of a new view. What then do you do when you only have a couple of weeks or in this case just a day?
More than ever I'm starting to feel my age. Don't get me wrong, I've got the hairline, waistline, 2.4 nuclear family to go with it, but like most men my mental age is usually between 16 - 21.
The iPhone X is out and it is promoted to have the best camera on an iPhone so far. That was also said for the 8, 7, 6,6s,5,5s and 4s , but hey, who's counting?
The coastal location out of season is rich and enduring topic for photographers. Mine is from one day in Coney Island, January 2018.
The difference between social order and disorder has been measured in the strength of a pane of glass. This thin transparent boundary can be seen all around us, from homes to the High street. The results of when it breaks down is never far from us either.
I'm on the Coney Island boardwalk , It's not long after midday, -10 degrees celcius and I've just been told to f*** off for the fourth time ( ironically, all from people with a Russian sounding accent). The will to continue is starting to ebb away.
The beauty is created from the quarry beneath.
I’m sometimes asked which is the favourite image I’ve taken, and the answer is simply I haven’t taken it yet...
The Barbican - July 2017
I knew that was something that grown ups often said, and although on some occasions I did attempt to imagine what the area looked liked before it was a B&Q and car park, most of the time it meant little to me.