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
In recent months I've been shooting almost entirely with my Pentax DSLRs, which now number four. All of these cameras to some extent - and especially the K-30 - need multiple attempts to get a shot right. Usually, it's about getting the exposure at an acceptable level. By now I'm experienced enough to know how… Continue reading My Keeper Rate Has Plummeted, But I’m Not Concerned
The photographs I have from my own childhood number perhaps two dozen. They're currently in a bag at my mum's house, which comes out perhaps once a year, maybe even less. A generation later, and I know that, even with fairly ruthless editing on my part, we already have thousands of photographs of our own… Continue reading What Do You Do With So Many Family Photographs?