Last weekend, I was in my usual Sunday night funk, fed-up that I’d not taken advantage of the weekend and a bit of daylight to get out and take some pictures.
It was about 9pm before I decided to get off my arse and have a wander around the village with a Holga, a cheapo flashgun and a roll of Kodak Tri-X. Continue reading →
For the first few days of shoot week of this month’s @FP4Party I was still in Eastern Europe. We’d been visiting my mother-in-law in Poland, and as we’ve done a couple of times now, travelled to the mountains on the Polish/Czech border on New Year’s Day. Being the day after the main event, it’s usually a chilled-out trip to a mountain top hotel for an evening of good food and beer in front of an open fire, and taking in some sights the following day before heading home Continue reading →
I loved the whole experience, especially the buzz of people getting in touch and asking for copies. The first run of 25 went in a couple of days and I now have only a couple left from a further order of 20. They went out across the UK, Europe and to the USA.
Another month, another Emulsive Film Party and this time, it’s the return of the #FP4Party. Shootweek coincided with a couple of days of snow in the UK and as usual, things ground to a halt. Continue reading →
Six months ago, I wrote here and over on Emulsive about starting a couple of solargraphs on the summer solstice. These beer cans with holes in, containing a sheet of photo-paper, would record the path of the sun as it crossed the sky from its highest pass on the 21st of June, to its lowest on the 21st of December*. Continue reading →
Much excitement at Nutt Acres this weekend as the long-threatened, physical version of No Constructive Conclusions arrived. A couple of people were interested in the process of creating it and so I thought I’d write it down… Continue reading →
In the book ‘How to be a (bad) birdwatcher’ by Simon Barnes, the author talks about the simple pleasures that being interested in birds can bring to everyday life. You don’t need to be a ‘twitcher’ or even to know the names of the birds that you see, his contention being that if you’re paying attention, you can see birds at any time of the day, whatever else you might be doing and so sat in a dull meeting at work, the long-tailed tits on the bush outside will help pass the time; in the queue on the motorway, the cirling buzzard might bring thoughts of freedom and escape.