My Girl.

"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 .

no more excuses

Shamefully living up to the new name of the blog (work shy) recently. Since finishing my degree i've not been photographing much at all , a sort of lull after the storm. I now need some focus to drive me to make photographs. For many people, photographing is no effort at all, and they're right, you just press a button, what could be easier than that?

It is this aspect which makes it challenging. Especially with the dawn of digital imaging and the ubiquitous mobile phone camera. Everything has been photographed and continues to be photographed, adding to the wasteland of images which already exists, clogging up hard drives and gathering dust in lofts all over the country, even the world. So for me the question is, how to make something worthwhile? I beat myself up about this, I am hard on myself about what I deem to be good. But to produce  something interesting, there needs to be something to hold the attention, and to pose a question.  

All I know is that I am drawn to the light, and the way light changes.  

who are you?

Been a while since I posted on here. So I thought with finishing my degree I could get back to bothering people I don't know and taking their photograph. This nice chap I met in Jam cafe/record shop in Falmouth at the top of town. Good coffee nice people and good music. I do miss living in Falmouth .. maybe I'll move back soon .. I hope so anyway.