Posts about England
Spring Daffodils
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Spring flowers in bloom in the small copse near the house where I grew up.
London Life
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Since moving away from the UK, I miss jaunts into London, which now only take place once a year at most. A German resident of London, Konstantin Binder, provides me with a dose of the kind of exploration I would do, were I still in the UK.
Driving home for Christmas
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If you’ve been following my Twitter stream today, you’ll probably know that while I should be almost in Scotland by now, I am, in fact, still on Swiss soil. After the third early start in a row, when we headed for Geneva to catch our flight to Edinburgh for a two week holiday with family,…
Permanent Tourist 2010 Calendar
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It’s been a hectic week and weekend, hence the delay in posting that I’ve released my 2010 calendar.
Frosty golf morning
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Many, many, many years ago, I used to play golf and enter competitions with my father. One winter, we rose especially early and headed down to the coast at Bournemouth for a father and son tournament, at which I remember we both played shockingly badly.
Virginia Water
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A small gallery of photos inspired by the silvery light mixed with deep shade in the forest park of Virginia Water in Surrey, England.
Nick and Suzy’s Wedding
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My cousin Nick marries his sweetheart at Abingdon in Oxfordshire, England.
Millennium Dome, London
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Continuing in the series of individual photos along the Thames which I took in 1999 for a City and Guilds photo course.
Stock Ghyll Beck, Cumbria
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One of the many hundreds of gems which lie in folders in my cupboard; one of the thousands of frames taken over the years with traditional film cameras.
Chalk Farm Tube Station, London
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One of my pictures in 1993 was of the unique tiling at Chalk Farm on the Northern Line, late one evening.
Wedding trip part 3: arrival in England
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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.
On the Thames
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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
National Portrait Gallery, London, England
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There’s always something about visiting the NPG. I am always driven ferociously to take photos instead of appreciating everyone else’s.
“The Gherkin”, London, England
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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.
The White Rat Cat, Liverpool, England
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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’s more to life than photography
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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
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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
Whitewash and Brick
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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
