Cornwall

The dawn of Summer (or Spring, as some may have it) is putting me in such a good mood, that today I planned (in no great detail) the next TEN years of my life. Once in a summery mood, it all seems so clear. Part one - start doing something with the photographs I've been making. As previously mentioned, this has ceased to happen due to a few factors, and I'm going to, basically, lower my standards to help me get productive again. So you will see colour casts aplenty, and I no longer care. Here's some images from a holiday to Cornwall last summer, and here's to another summer like that one!

R.S.V.P.

G.M.T.

As the days become longer and warmer, I realise that the last time I did anything of significance concerning photography was when the situation was inverted. I had thought at the time that winter would be the perfect time to sit in front of the computer, doing all those tasks that had been written on various post-it notes for months. Then I discovered the excitement of a log burner, and that my PC sat in the coldest room of the house. More recently we adopted a dog, and watching him run through streams became more enjoyable than wandering around crappy northern towns. However, he will become the best photo-walk buddy once he learns some restraint, and he can learn the wonder of said towns.
Ironically a couple of good things came my way during my unplanned hiatus, including some of my 'Going Coastal' work being displayed at Trove in Levenshulme, Manchester. If you haven't been, they make a buzzing pizza and use Has Bean coffee, so you should add it to your plans. I also had some images included in the fantastic, Manchester-based Shrieking Violets zine:

(click the image to see the full issue online)

Recently I visited Paris for a weekend, which, along with the scent of approaching summer, has injected life into me again. The medium format images will follow soon, once I've finished playing around with them, but for now here's a few I took with my 'pocket cam' (an Olympus XA1):

New Website

At long last, I've replaced that crappy old site.

If you have an Apple product; you can now see images, rather than the outdated Flash gallery that was un-viewable to you before. No longer is there a several second wait whilst said Flash gallery loads. The lesson? Don't try to build a site from scratch with limited knowledge - use wordpress.

I was hoping to get it more polished than it's current state, but it's the Blank Media Title Art Prize opening tomorrow evening, and decided that in it's unfinished form, it's still much better than it's predecessor. Again, here's the LINK for Title Art Prize, and click HERE or the image below to see the new 'un.

Doors and Windows

All has been quiet of late. I took time out to prepare for a job interview, which was unsuccessful, and have more recently been preparing for a competition entry, which was. I entered thinking I had little hope of being shortlisted, and am therefore honoured and delighted to take part. You can find more details by clicking the image below:

Something, Something, Photograph

To most this would appear to be a simple road sign, like one you might see every day. But look closer, and it signifies the choices we must make throughout our lives. From the everyday, seemingly innocuous decisions, to the career and relationship choices that will define our lives...
Nah, its just a sign. Looks nice though. Weird lighting.

The King of Bradford

A Fence

The Highest Town in Yorkshire

I live just downhill from Queensbury, and it has become an increasingly mystical place to me. Often I wake up to find that it has disappeared, into a cloud of fog or rain. So, this will most likely be the first of several posts on the subject, and hopefully it won't tire too quickly, as I'm sure there is much more to discover.

A Trip to Whitby

The Sun came out, went to see how people were reacting to it in Whitby. Was generally as you would expect. Horrible colour in these images, and I dont know whether to blame the pound shop film, my sketchy scanner, or my iffy eyes; so I'll leave that as ambiguous (this is art after all).