In A Landscape


To remaIn at the beginning

uNtil the end

stArting anew

every singLe moment

with regArd for all

liviNg souls

and finDing life

in miStakes

and peaCe within


a Prayer for



So if you should go skating on the thin ice of mad life

Dragging beside you tear stained eyes

Don’t be surprised when a crack in the ice

Appears under your feet


Carrying just a memory

A snapshot from the Family Album

It’s all you have left for me


But when I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look, but it was gone

I can’t put my finger on it

The child has grown, the dream has gone


And day after day, life turns grey

Like the skin on a dying man

And night after night, we pretend we’re alright

But I have grown older and the world has grown colder

And nothing is very much fun anymore

And I feel one of my dreams coming home


But this is just a passing phase

One of my bad days


No Life Without History


Hattie  2011

Looking back through decades of my images (I was hunting for two in particular), it did strike me just how many moments I have experienced, documented, forgotten and remembered.


Abandoned Dance 2012

Regardless of what I did with any of those experiences after the fact, one thing remained common among all of them. I will never experience any of those moments again. In that sense, photography becomes a document of that which we will never again have. This is a potentially dangerous line of thought, I know. One should be careful how often one looks back. But despite that danger, I am helped by what these images remind me off.


Masks 2014

I think we have a lot of trouble valuing the future. And we got awfully caught up in the present. Looking back is often where we best realise the value in what we have had, or experienced.


Boy and Puppy 2013

Going through the decades of collected photography I was first startled by all the things I have seen in these past years. In truth, I have seen much more than that but I have been making images from my life for about 35 years now, which is way more than half my life.


Mike and Anto 1990

So there is much I have done that has not been documented by me. It is a heady record of sights seen, friends had, trips made, quiet moments spent and the turning, turning, turning of the years.


Simone 2013

It was a bit sad too, I admit. Images I looked at and remembered well surprised me by already having aged five or six years. Was it really that long ago so fast? To see photos of yourself younger, or people you knew who no longer live. These can be melancholic pleasures.


Jesper and Ken 1988

But I think this is OK, at least in measured doses. This reminder of time slipping by, of things loved and lost, of no river being stepped in twice; is what helps me colour the present more vividly, this is what helps me float through the little dramas of today that I really have no business allowing myself to become entangled by.


Dorset 1984

Why do I want to spend those precious moments angry at traffic, or frustrated by the things that need attending, ruing the weather? The answer is that I don’t. I only get that particular moment once and if I am lucky, I’ll make a photo in it to remind myself later how valuable a bit of time it was.


Gilbert, Pierre, Jean-Dennis, Susan – Chartres 2011

And as the title promised  – A Life needs a history.



Weary Engine Blues


As another year comes to a close there is just time for one more post. This was my first year of blogging. I enjoyed it and it gave me the freedom to put in print that, that has always been in my soul. So I thank you for stopping by however brief or however often. I hope that I managed to supply you with a little inspiration and insight on how I approach my photography. Thank you.

This has been a year of monumental loss. Not only in terms of the sheer talent, but also in terms of humanity that is no longer with us. Good people have left us, suddenly and unexpected. I shall not list them all, as we will all have our own association with those no longer visible. Travel on well friends.


One of the real humans who have left us – brilliant, witty, contradictory, alert, exploratory, curious, elegant individual.

We are through the looking glass into a strange, frightening, reversed world. May we never abandoned hope and succeed in doing no harm. And since hope is the last to die, I can only hope that next year will be a whole lot more peaceful and much less heartache and suffering.

And we could do with more of this sort of thing please.


I wish you all a year filled with peace, love and light.


Goodbye 2016