You can see the full gallery on RedBubble at "Travel France"
Sunday, 4 December 2011
Some more from Travel France
You can see the full gallery on RedBubble at "Travel France"
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Latest Collection Travel "France"
This first collection comes from Cognac. You can see the full set in my RedBubble Travel France gallery
Monday, 28 November 2011
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Halcyon Days
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Le Chat
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Monday, 26 September 2011
An Interesting Little Article about Facebook
http://blog.exposedplanet.com/why-sharing-photos-on-facebook-is-bad-for-you/
I think I will be pulling most of my images down off FB even with watermarks and copyrights.
The best rout will be to link from elsewhere.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Monday, 12 September 2011
Monday, 5 September 2011
Monday, 22 August 2011
Picture180.com now Connected direct to RedBubble
Monday, 15 August 2011
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Explanation!!!!
Well four week after I left apparently the village was demolished and its residents moved into community housing.
You can see more images in the travel section on the website @ http://www.picture180.com/malay_2011/malay_2011_sabah.html
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Friday, 29 July 2011
More From THe Sort Out
Wednesday, 27 July 2011
Having a Sort Out
Friday, 22 July 2011
Derelict
I was asked yesterday why I’ve started pulling the colour back in my images, and the answer I gave made them look at me a little puzzled “because I’m telling a story”............
I’m looking for a reality in the images, giving them a colder light/feel, to help push what is depicted in the photograph further into the mind of the viewer........ make them think.
I admit the story I’m trying to put over might be total different to what’s in the minds eye of the viewer, but if it creates a thought, feeling or reaction even if only for a split second then I would consider the image has done what I intended it to do.
This set of Derelict images made me stop and think about who lived there, what their lives must have been like and why was it now empty. The life cycle of a house.
It might be quite a trivial thought but you could build a whole generation in you mind within a split second.
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Busy Times
It’s been a busy time over the last three weeks out on location and now back. The last few days has been spent beavering away getting work out to clients, below are a number of examples
I’ve added a NEW collection Aviation which will be expanded over the next month or so.
Also updated:
Have a click see and let me know what you think :)
Monday, 27 June 2011
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Rainy Day in London
Monday, 20 June 2011
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
A Day Off
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Home again home again.
Due to the contractual commitments I was unable to spend any time on my own photography, only managed half a day in Sao Paulo.
For some reason I ended up at the Luz Train Station, not really interested in the history or architecture but the movement of people though rush hour. Also the place has this gritty feel to it, I think it has something to do with the surrounding area.
Standing watching the crowds flow like waves as the trains came in and out there seemed to be a manic rhythm, moments of total peace then the rush. Pushing and pulling of arms and legs, people falling over each other. Then stop peace again.
It also made me think about destination, all these people going somewhere.
A small poem by Archibald Lampman
The Railway Station
The darkness brings no quiet here, the light
No waking: ever on my blinded brain
The flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain,
The engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite:
I see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight,
Faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain:
I see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great train
Move labouring out into the bourneless night.
So many souls within its dim recesses,
So many bright, so many mournful eyes:
Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses;
What threads of life, what hidden histories,
What sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses,
What unknown thoughts, what various agonies!