Hunting for beauty and balance, with a camera and a bicycle
Though it wasn't the first bike I was given, the first I really loved was a blue Raleigh Burner BMX, with yellow mag wheels and matching pad set. Coming of bicycling age in the midst of BMX's original heyday, most of my friends also had one. Those whose parents couldn't stretch to a revered Diamond… Continue reading Mixte Feelings – When Your First Love Returns
Whilst I've been making photographs with intention for perhaps 12 years now, it took me a while to get to a place where I was proud of a photograph I'd made. This image from 2009 stands out in my memory as one that took my approach to a different level. Rather than just taking snaps… Continue reading The First Photograph I Was Proud Of…
The first photograph I remember seeing is one of me and my granddad is his old wooden greenhouse, midsummer, surrounded by tomatoes. I must have been about three or four, and in my memory the tomato plants are bursting out of the windows in all directions, heavy with large ripe red juicy tomatoes. I was in… Continue reading The First Photograph I Remember
