A photographer needs an audience but they also need to be prepared for a different response to the one they intended.
To commemorate the lifting of the old tranway through Weymouth town centre I have produced a short video of the photographs I took walking the line back in 2017.
Today I was cycling in the Bedfordshire/Cambridgeshire borders, and visited the church in Ashwell. Services are taking place again now and it was good to hear music drifting across the churchyard as I wandered around. As usual I was looking for the quiet corners and I found it with this upturned wheelbarrow on a compostContinue reading “Ashwell Church”
Chesil Beach in Dorset is one of my favourite places to photograph. I especially love the colours of some of the pebbles, as shown in these photographs.
In my previous post I wrote about personal memories. In this post I look at our collective memories especially in the light of the current controversy over “denying history” following the toppling of slavers’ statues.
As a cyclist I have always been attracted to a road’s potential – where it starts and where it could take me – so I thought I would use my photography to explore this journey. In 2018 I explored the fringes of the Dorset coastline. I sought out country lanes that ran down to theContinue reading “Riding to the end of the road”
The photographic impulse. I have been taking photographs for a long time. What drives me on? A meander through my mind to try and find the answer.
The road narrows, grass grows down the middle and the edges begin to crumble. Potholed and patched, the tarmac gives way to loose rubble and turns into a dirt track. Gradually it spills out into a wide expanse, before fading away into scrub land. The scrub itself clings on until the cliff edge and thereContinue reading “The edges of Dorset”
An enforced sojourn in my home town results in a few reflections on its past and present, and I am struck by the unique attraction of an actual railway line running down the middle of the road.