"fuck the midtones"

 

I'm still here

I find the hardest thing in photography is to write about making images. For if you cannot articulate your thoughts - an image is open. Open to interpretation, manipulation and mediation. Because making a photograph is the easy part. This leads me to what I have been recording and collecting recently. 

I find it impossible not to contemplate cycles of life and death whilst gardening. 

Its always there. In front of me to observe. And my part in the process? - fighting against the inevitable. A battle against nature that cannot be won, the feeling of being immersed in the seasons which pass.  Working for  men and women who once took pride in their control of nature now unable to stem the tide as they grow weary. Some are uneasy at the relentless push of time that creeps up with no means to suppress the inevitable. 

Although, with all life comes death and with death - life is born. This inability to control an environment breeds the possibility for new life, allowing a wild uncontrolled element to take hold. I am taking part in this struggle and that is what these pictures attempt to represent. observations of my personal struggle with nature. 

                                      I want to pose a question and make the viewer think.

new project. ideas

Still trying to figure out what this project is all about ...  thoughts on life, death and gardening and their close relationship to one, another. A start .