Only Time Will Tell



None on my wrist. I don’t wear them, and hate the way men use them as status symbols.

I have an internal clock that tells me what the time is. Don’t need a shiny piece of shrapnel on my wrist to remind me where, when or who I am.

I also hate watch adverts, bill boards, glossy magazine articles about watches. Unbelievable that these actually exist, but they do. They all push the same fake values of masculinity and shiny power. Poncey power toys for wanker boys.


I Rest My Case!

Light In My Head


These images happened at around 06.00 in the morning on a snowy outing. I made two images of these trees. The first I exposed per my usual formula for challenging lighting conditions: using f11 and a 400 film with only the shutter speed varying. In this case, the shutter speed was about 5 seconds. And then to do a little experimenting I decided to flood the frame with some light and thus I made a second exposure, adding a ND Filter at f11 and ISO 400 but for about 2 minutes. I wanted to really overexpose the scene and render it much brighter under the unique ambient light that occurs on heavily overcast snowy days.


Kawaii In The Snow






Let’s rumble




Can you believe photos not made by my Hasselblad? It’s true and it was deliberate. To be fair, I actually want to work with my DSLR more. I neglect that camera, which is easy to do when I have so many fun film cameras. Still, focusing on the digital was a good experience and I was happy with how we got along in the wild and wonderful snow play with Missy and Jonah.


To the bone


The Standoff


One more ear pull


My Nikon is getting long in the tooth, but it’s showing no signs of giving up by having gone to so many places in the world with me. I am not anti-digital, I just enjoy film more. So I am glad we are still friends.


Forever Young

Tides Of The Moon


Jonah at almost six months, ready for his first snowy moon stroll.


Time fascinates me. The fact that we invented it and created the rules of it, which we live within, and how those rules trickle down into how we photographers think and act and photograph.


But now and then I feel the urge to poke at those rules just a bit.


Moving here through time, like a watch that’s lost it’s wind