A recent passage on Darts and Letters, one of the most poetic and endearing blogs I follow, reminded me of my grandad, and the most enduring memories I have of him. One is of his old wooden greenhouse, fit to bursting with fresh tomatoes in late summer, and the overwhelming heady scent and tidal wave… Continue reading Memories Of Photographs Of Memories
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Photography, Memories And Dreams, And The Disintegrating Boundaries In Between
You know when you wake some mornings and your head is so full of intense imagery it takes a while to sift through the parts that were dreams, those you might have seen in a film, and what actually happened in the past? Those moments when you cannot immediately order your thinking, and these scattered… Continue reading Photography, Memories And Dreams, And The Disintegrating Boundaries In Between
I Photograph To Remember, I Photograph To Forget
Photographs are very deeply intertwined with my memories. As are dreams, but that's for another post. Pondering recently I realised photography is as important to helping me to remember as to forget. I photograph to remember... I love having a way to capture family moments on a medium other than just my memories. Plus you… Continue reading I Photograph To Remember, I Photograph To Forget
The First Photograph I Remember
The first photograph I remember seeing is one of me and my grandad in 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… Continue reading The First Photograph I Remember