The Wedding

Only through a child's eyes the fantasy lives on!!

Time to Rest

Down and out on the streets of Leicester, time hasn't changed much exept they are younger.

Home again home again.

Back from South America very difficult project but we got there in the end.

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!

It sound a bit depressing but the light was fading, it seemed quite apt.

A foot note:

Be very aware of who’s around you especially if you on your own and in the third biggest city in the world .......... with a camera in your hand, it can get quite unnerving.

Off We Go Again!!

Flying out on Sunday night to South America, probably three weeks not sure yet. A number of assignment to cover with a bit of anticipation, lets hope it has the same allure as the Far East. Lots of faces and plenty of socio - doc to make me stop.............. fingers crossed.

Spring is moving on!

Spring seems to be moving on at such a pace, the blossom is already dropping and the days are getting long.......... Cherry blossom 5:00 am with the sun streaming through the tree and a cup of coffee in hand. Oh I forgot camera in the other.

The Weight of Tranquillity

Its been a while since I had some time on my blog, the usual work and more work. Still I’ve managed to get out over the holiday break up to the Lake District and capture the feel of Windermere in the depths of a cold snap.

The tranquillity of the lake hung as heavy as the mist in the early morning light.

Never a truer word spoken

"If your pictures aren't good enough, you're not close enough." Robert Capa - before he got too close to mine that killed him, while covering Indochina.

What do you see

What we see in an image can greatly effect what we think and how we perceive the would around us. Take the image below. A winter stroll an a park in Madrid......... or venerability.

Twenty five years ago yes a stroll in the park, society has and is changing our perceptions.

If Only

Life should be this slow..................but!

What do we class as Personal Vol.1

The images below were taken around the early eighties mainly of people around me at the time.

Somebody asked me the other day do I feel uncomfortable publishing these images of my past and I had to think for a bit before I could answer.

"If you'd asked that question ten years ago then I would of said yes..............reason the memories of that time were still strong"

I think having a strong association with the images on such a close level at the time then yes they are very personal to me.

Now I think of them as studies of the moment, more along the line of art looking form the quality of the light and form.

Yes I can still remember when where and what but with more of insight, I'm know look for more in these images not just a "snap shot"

The three thing that our live revolved around in the mid eighties. THE FACE and Neville Brody a completely new language in magazine design still very relevant today. The rest well what can I say.