Photos from a wet night-time walk from Tate Modern to Southwark, via London Bridge and Tower Bridge, in 2014.
My England is green and pleasant. In my mind’s eye, the countryside is green and rolling, with occasional villages surrounding leafy, oaked cricket pitches or busy duck ponds. The lanes of my youth lead past scattering pheasants and floral hedgerows which echo the sound of a slightly ropey semi-classic British sports car. Towns are timbered and… (Read More)
Dear Konstantin, I was born in London and spent a lot of time there during my twenties, as you know. I was still in my twenties when I moved away – far away, as you did – before I found my feet as a photographer and found my niche as an explorer of everyday places. Even… (Read More)
Your author as a mysterious fictional character.
The fishing village of St. Ives is no longer a village. Its character changed in the second half of the nineteenth century, when fishing declined and the new railway brought the first artists. These days, the town is mobbed by tourists and most are forced to abandon their car or coach in a massive car park on top… (Read More)
The small tidal island off the coast of southern Cornwall called St. Michael’s Mount has been home to the St. Aubyn family since the middle of the sixteenth century. The island, which is connected to the nearby mainland by a man-made granite causeway at low tide, is a smaller version of the acutely similar Mont Saint-Michel… (Read More)
Another compilation of time-lapse sequences in London by Mattia Bicchi, which (as usual) makes me miss the city and encourage me to try and fit in a weekend there.
Perfect photographic conditions on the shores of Ullswater in the Cumbrian Lake District last week.