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).
Nothing says “End of summer” more clearly than fingers stained from picking blackberries from the hedgerows in Sussex on August Bank Holiday Saturday. We picked just enough for bramble jam for our own use and left plenty for the birds.
Lowgill Viaduct in the North Yorkshire Dales looking splendid in the evening light. Photo from the moving train en route to London Euston. The viaduct used to carry the branch line to Sedburgh, which was closed to passenger traffic in 1954 and the tracks were finally removed in 1967.
After days of boring blue skies, the ever-changing cloud forest is back in this morning’s view of Skiddaw (931 m.).
Droving sheep to Hestan Island at low tide in Auchencairn Bay on the Solway Firth. There’s a local guide who knows these mud flats but nonetheless it’s a hazardous enough operation from the farming point of view as to require four horsemen and at least five dogs to drove about fifty head of sheep. The land bridge between Hestan Rack and Almorness Point lasted for over an hour while we watching. All the horsemen returned and as my understanding is that sheep are experts at escaping, I don’t quite understand why they stay on the island at the next low tide. Maybe there’s a shepherd camping there.