I was reading an interesting Guardian interview with the veteran photographer Ferdinando Scianna - you can find it here - and he offered up this thought about what photography should be considered as being art.
The UK is currently parched. Many readers in properly hot regions may be harrumphing (or whatever other unimpressed and dismissive noises they wish to make) as we are experiencing a heatwave here getting in to the mid 30's (that's centigrade, other temperature measuring scales are available) and exclaiming 'That's nothing, we have (insert insanely hot... Continue Reading →
Always lovely to see the Hawthorn trees coming out in their spectacular blossoming, after a winter of them just showing off their--equally photogenic--twisting and gnarled, skeletal and austere-looking structure during their days of basic survival. This is what they hang on for, with their skewed and precarious looking positions, out in the windiest and harshest... Continue Reading →
Yeah, it's kind of been that way for me. I see, from some of the photo blogs that I follow on here, that it has not been the same for everyone. Many of them have been happily getting on in some form or another, posting new images and other content for viewers to read and... Continue Reading →
There is something somehow more pleasing to my eye about things that are not 'perfect'. It must be that my brain catalogue image of an object, in the mental encyclopaedia somewhere, is ringing a 'not matching the pattern' alert that pleases me. This teasel has attracted me for it's leaf that had defiantly gone it's... Continue Reading →
Carrying on from the theme of black and white pictures of the abandoned, this is of the overgrown driveway and garage of an empty property just up the road from me. Just a note, the area I live in is not abandoned and falling down in general and there are a much greater number of... Continue Reading →