I make a practice to shoot what calls to me – even if it’s a humble plastic folder that someone has pinned to a tree (see the header of 'coming events'). The rule I have is: if it draws me, I stop and photograph. Even if I’m late. Even if I think, 'ah no, surely not this’.
Of course, scrolling through the camera gallery while sitting on the tube afterwards, the magic is not in every shot - but in every shot there is some learning.
The other night I went to see a friend’s show in Old Street area. Over the last three years, Old Street has served as something of a muse for me - if a muse can be a place. Normally it's something broken and grimy round Old Street way (though, sadly, the area is undergoing a clean up of late), but that evening a red glint in a glass tile attracted me and the camera discovered a dream world inside it.
There is a slice of one of the images I grabbed that night on the 'about' page. And here is another. Wonderfully lurid, this image comes straight from the camera.
Of course, scrolling through the camera gallery while sitting on the tube afterwards, the magic is not in every shot - but in every shot there is some learning.
The other night I went to see a friend’s show in Old Street area. Over the last three years, Old Street has served as something of a muse for me - if a muse can be a place. Normally it's something broken and grimy round Old Street way (though, sadly, the area is undergoing a clean up of late), but that evening a red glint in a glass tile attracted me and the camera discovered a dream world inside it.
There is a slice of one of the images I grabbed that night on the 'about' page. And here is another. Wonderfully lurid, this image comes straight from the camera.
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