Monthly Archives: January 2017

the honeymoon period

there’s a honeymoon period in men’s lives where they’re just about old enough to know their way around town, yet young enough with stamina to ride the thing. life’s dead simple as they mooch around, hermetically sealed off inside their … Continue reading

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emotional spectrum

one of the many fun things about going out fishing with a camera is no matter how fixed your agenda, you always end up with lucky shots born out of pure chance. i love the polarity here between the kid … Continue reading

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car crash in summer

one ultra sunny day last summer, as we cruised along the english motorway system with our roof down, my camera caught this freshly toppled car… a policewoman comforted a very very young girl pacing around in a summer frock…by the … Continue reading

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street photography

even though i’ve acquired a fancy camera, i’d be mad to underrate the value of the one in my iPhone. it might not function too well in low light, but on a bright day it’s amazing… the great thing about … Continue reading

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a single girl

sometimes when i encounter a scenario worth shooting, an old song comes chiming through to give the moment a whole new narrative.

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hairdressers and barbers

spare a thought for hairdressers and barbers, who unlike too many other professionals, are solely in the business of making everybody look good. last summer i made the leap from taking photographs on my portabelle electronic telephone, and acquired a … Continue reading

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middle class misery

everyday, a lower middle class woman by the name of betty proctor wedges herself into a clean well maintained blue ford fiesta and heads over to a big barren carpark overlooking the coast. galvanised by an easy listening radio station, … Continue reading

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