Since I did go through the trouble of calling this thing a Photo Blog, I had an idea last night that it would be good to write something about photography. As I was falling asleep,[…]
It’s sad to think about how much I know nothing about. The list includes: wood. I don’t mean trees exactly. But lumber. I could tell pine from oak. But that’s about all. Types of wood[…]
Another thing you need to understand, and I’ll look for a picture of this in my collection but I don’t think I’ll find one -is just how different my parents were. They were alike in[…]
Hello Dave, This past Saturday I finally got the chance to go and see the photographs of Dorothea Lange at the Paul Getty museum. So, basically the day started on a photographic foot. But, the[…]
Crossing Brooklyn Bridge. I love the print. Out of the three I’ve bought I think thats my favourite. I’ve run out of superlatives to describe your images but this is the dog’s bollocks (is that[…]
I thought I’d let you know that my ‘Promenade’ (original title for Poets Walk) print arrived this morning. Its amazing! You’re right about the grey tones; there’s a gorgeous three dimensional quality as the trees fade[…]
ALL COMEDIES SHOULD END WITH A WEDDING. ALL TRAGEDIES SHOULD END WITH THE DEATH OF THE HERO [or heroine as we’d say today].
I’m afraid this can’t be either, beginning with a death and working it’s way backwards. But I’m fairly certain this has tragedy written all over it; especially since I haven’t even joined up some of the other doomed characters. How my life, and the life of my parents, affected, and continues to affect my photography.
Music was a big part of my mothers life – but it wasn’t —
Music was an important part of my mother’s life, but it wasn’t the most important. Her family was.
I don’t know, maybe this ghostly kid wasn’t really there. No, he was there alright. It was just one of the pleasures with infrared film that you never knew exactly what you were going to[…]