Boozers

The other day I was walking somewhere in the evening and it was quite chilly and I went past a pub just as someone left. Out side the pub was a man smoking and the smell of the warm pub combined with the smell of the cigarette made me go all wavy lines and nostalgic. I love pubs. My auntie Jean had a mini one in her hotel in the 1970s.  It was more a cupboard with a hatch, a short bar and a line of optics behind.  There was a till and those Big D nuts on a cardboard …

light golems

I love this photograph.  It is buy Gerald Figal and I saw it in the f295 group in Facebook and was taken aback by it.  It does all the things I want a photograph to do.  It is mysterious and obvious at the same time.  It is of something that I have seen many times and yet also of something that I could not perceive without the aid of a camera. It is a 10 minute exposure using a pinhole camera of people on an escalator or travelator.  An experience so mundane in itself that very few people might consider …

Euan Uglow

Here’s a weird statement but what the hell:  I can’t be doing with nudes.  Most nudes are about the artist looking at someone in their birthday suit and insisting you look at it too.  I do not accept nudes as a legitimate subsection of any art form. Especially so when it comes to photography but painting gives it a run for its money. Of course, sometimes, the naked form is fundamental, sometimes the story I’m being told requires nakedness and I have no beef with that, but nudes for nude sake, that will get my hackles rising because frequently I …