Posts from the category Autobiographical
A good deal of this website is about me, but the posts in this category are specifically about events and periods in my life.
Don’t look down
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Jo and I decided to stop being so lazy and to get our bums out of the house, to enjoy the beginnings of autumn and to get up a mountain before the snow makes it into all too much of an effort. We chose the Niederhorn, which we’ve often photographed from our lofty nest across
G is for Golf
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Before photography and the internet, golf was the major hobby in my life for many years, in all its forms.
E is for Efficiency
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The simplest solution is rarely the simplest solution.
Nineties flashback
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An early autumn rainy Sunday drove me down to the cellar today, for a long-awaited clear-out. Amongst the piles of stuff now split between a much tidier cellar and a car half-filled with rubbish to be taken to the recycling centre, a big box full of old music cassettes came to the fore, which I’ve
D is for Darkroom
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It was amazing to watch him in the darkroom at an advanced age, still get excited when the results were pleasing. He still struggled like we all do in the darkroom and he struggled behind the camera, and when he had a success he was beaming. John Sexton It’s a bit scary to think that
C is for Car
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“Man sits in car; dribes.” Judging by this early statement from my childhood, I’ve always been a driver.
B is for Blog
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Blogging – writing for an unknown audience – has been a part of my life for over twenty years. And I still love it.
A is for Ausländer
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Being a foreigner, or Ausländer, is only how other people classify me and what affects my life for better or worse makes me who I am today. I am just a person, formed in character of those experiences which have led me to where I sit today.
Random Ear Movements
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A detailed look back on a little over twenty years as an R.E.M. fan, with details of what each of the albums means to me and what part music has played in my life so far.
Desk Memories – Burson Marsteller
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I’ve been going through my website recently to tidy up some of the older archived articles and came across this collage of the desk where I worked in Brienz until 2008. Since then, I’ve been working in Bern and I decided that about time I took a new collage of photos here too.
St. Gregory’s Primary School, Camberley
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When I heard of the great ruckus surrounding the potential demolition of my pre-junior school in Surrey, I decided to return while I was in the U.K. to make sure that I had some photos to remember it by.
Letham in the Snow
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We spent much of the Christmas and New Year break in Letham, a small town in Angus, Scotland, where Jo grew up. Just after New Year, we took Archie, the family dog, for a walk around the town and Jo showed me places from her childhood as the evening set in and more snow fell.
One little soldier boy, marching around Bern
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I’ve recently joined Jo in a drive towards more fitness and have rescinded the use of tram transport in and around Bern in favour of foot power.
Into the Future
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Because I’ve wasted so much time with pointless babbling, I have had no time to create books of photography and of special holidays, yet I have wasted ten percent of my working day in inanities. So, no more. No more drivel. No more wasted time and a re-invigoration of my creativity.
Desk Memories – Gossweiler Media
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Photos of the desk at which I have developed most of the websites produced by Gossweiler Media in Brienz since 2001.
Last Christmas
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Wonderfully happy memories of flying to Scotland last Christmas, spending time with Jo’s parents before travelling on and waking up with my love for our first Christmas Day together at my parents’ house in England. This shot – a wobbly long-exposure I took using a tripod kindly lent for the evening by Jo’s dad –
Home Town
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When I see black and white photographs of London at night, I am reminded of when I used to go in to the city from where I lived in England, either to visit friends or just to experience the hustle, bustle and lively atmosphere. I was born in the centre of London and lived there
