Posts about England
One of my pictures in 1993 was of the unique tiling at Chalk Farm on the Northern Line, late one evening.
After a very long pause, I continue with my series of posts telling the story of our trip to Scotland and back to get married.
Almost ten years ago – in November 1999, if memory serves – I was still living in England and I took part in a City and Guilds photography course. Before leaving the course (as I was teaching the tutor new techniques instead of learning anything), I made it through to a project towards the end…
There’s always something about visiting the NPG. I am always driven ferociously to take photos instead of appreciating everyone else’s.
I was lucky enough to be able to arrange a trip to an iconic London landmark through a contact I made at a media conference in 2008.
Graffiti as art on the walls of a disused pub in Liverpool, photographed on a trip to visit Jo in November 2004 and now hanging as a photograph on our wall at home. The painting is by reknowned street artist Banksy, whose work has recently been reported in the British “Daily Mail” newspaper as having…
There are times, now and again, when I wonder what the point is in taking photographs. I mean, there’s all the expense of buying equipment and maintaining it, there are all the hours spent editing and refining the images until they’re just right. Then, what to do with them? Post them on Flickr. Make a…
Battersea Power Station is the largest brick-built structure in Europe and is notable for its original and lavish Art Deco fittings and decor. The building is Grade II listed, and the condition was described as “very bad” by English Heritage, who have included it on their Buildings at Risk Register. Amongst other, numerous film and…
This was the view from my hotel room in Victoria. As a Londoner (I was born in St. Thomas’ Hospital and brought up during the first six years of my life in south London), this view isn’t just a pile of bricks, but a reminder of a childhood home in the 70s, where whitewashed brick…
Going against the “no photography” rules in the National Portrait Gallery, I simply had to ask this man to pose for a portrait. As we walked down the stairs together, he told me that he had stopped off in London on his way home to America after a month-long tour of India, where he had…
We drove around back streets before asking a local for directions to the cliff-top lighthouse above Cromer, on the north coast of Norfolk. Against advice, we bumped up a narrow track to a small clearing, gained grudging permission from the lighthouse keepers to park the car, and set out through the drizzle to photograph the…
Leaving the car parked in mud, we walked a little way along the side of a narrow dyke to a main water way in the Norfolk Broads. As I was scouting the best place from which to shoot this, the Thurne Dyke wind pump, we found a large rabbit stumbling along, almost overcome by myxomatosis.…
The café/restaurant at the end of the pier in Bournemouth, taken on a Sunday evening.
