A lot has happened recently, ups and downs as one would say. It’s quite a struggle and stress has taken it’s toll both physically and mentally, and suffering with chronic back pain whilst doing the things that are necessary might seem easy for most, but become a mountain to climb for others.
For now here are a couple of images. I will be updating this site in the near future.
Hang loose and keep trooping on.
No woman in a burqa (or a hijab or a burkini) has ever done me any harm. But Men in suits missold me pensions and endowments, costing me thousands of pounds. A Man in a suit led us on a disastrous and illegal war. Men in suits led the banks and crashed the world economy. Other men in suits then increased the misery to millions through austerity. If we are to tell people what to wear, maybe we should ban suits.
One of the gaps that exists between seeing the ocean with your own eyes and photographing the ocean is that it can be hard to really capture the sense of movement, which itself helps convey the sense of space and depth. Sometimes I have found it helps to do long exposures. The motion blur can help illustrate the various layers at work. I think that is what this photo was about for me. The light was really nice as well but mostly I was enamoured by the layers: that brightly lit layer with the dark stony layer residing beneath. One moving to the tide of the moon, the other benevolently resting below.
Anyway, this is a partial story, as they all are. I always see more than I photograph and I always photograph more than I write about and explain. But I wanted to add this bit at least, for its depth.
The next time you disregard my feelings,
Be certain you don’t need me in the future.
Floating in the void
Between there and back
It’s all bright in front
And it’s all dark behind
Living for the now that’s in between the bridges and the signs
And getting there is still a long way to go
While others dream and wish
This is everything officially I need to know
Happy, boy you bet I am
Holding on to this smile for just as long as I can
I don’t know if these images are more about time or about light. I suspect the latter and the manipulation of time was just a means of making the light of the moment stand out from the crowded world of detail that surrounded it. But time and light are interesting siblings as one is often used to measure the other. And the making of these photos again reminded me of how much I like being anchored to one spot amidst that ever-flowing sea of time… to be as in the present moment as I can be. I set up the camera to be a patient observer and then I step back and try to imitate that as well as I can. Perhaps with each exposure I get a bit better at that patient observation of time and light.
Photography to me is an emotional endeavour. I am a pretty rational, analytical and logical person, or at least I try to be.
I do love to think and analyse things, situations and people. It is not that I am unemotional; I just value analytical and rational thought in such times over emotional thought.
But that changes when I get out into the world with a camera. As I said above, photography is an emotional activity for me. I try to photograph based on feeling rather than reason, emotions as opposed to logic. Sure, some analysis is necessary, I still meter and do the requisite math to calculate the long exposures I am fond of, but I get that work done as quickly as I can and it is only a means to an end. I don’t aim to make photos that represent technical achievement or superb rational execution. I like to try to make photos that reflect how I felt in a certain moment and that usually involves photos that contain some sense of the wonder I see and feel about the world when I am out in it as a photographer.
Perhaps that is why I have taken so well to pinhole and the old world photography processes. These types of photography are less about analysis than they are about intuition; they are less about documentation than they are about a slightly ethereal memory of being somewhere. It is then easy to dream, and dreams tend to be driven by emotion.
Anyway, the idea for this reflection came about due to a thought I was having regarding the difference between looking at the situation rationally versus emotionally. I was leaning towards the rational perspective, unsurprisingly. Then I sit down at the computer and start editing and looking at images and realised that they showed a very different version of me looking at the world and I found that interesting.
He caged children, he bullies, he wrecks, he’s the conman of the age, the world’s most famous and inveterate liar. Churchill wouldn’t piss on him, yet here he is, accompanied by an evening-dressed Prime Minister, swanning round Blenheim Palace. Britain you just sold your soul.
I’ve burned my bridges
And I am free at last
All my chains
Are in the past
The day is wide open
The sky is blue
The world is a miracle
And so are you
The New Life starts here
Racists, bigots and stalkers
Banging at my door
I’m not fighting with them
Friends, Family and Pretenders
How do you do?
I can make it
With or without you
Citizens of the world
Child, woman and man
The keys to the kingdom
Are in your own hands
The New Life starts here.
An intellectual superstar of impeccable integrity and rigour.
A contemporary of Sartre and de Beauvoir, Lanzmann was a dashing figure whose films about the Holocaust remain exemplars of honesty and good faith.