“Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.” Richard Lovelace, To Althea, from Prison
Categories: Photography, photojournalism, street photography
I love this time of year, especially on the Isle of Man. My home town of Peel is perched on the west of the island, but sits in a north/north-westerly facing aspect, so although we get a lot of quality daylight, Peel is also very exposed to the harshest of weather, even in the summer. Some people dread the winter. I don’t. I look forward to the short days, the low, watery light and the gales and storms rolling in […]
Categories: photojournalism, street photography
“For me, photography is not a means by which to create beautiful art, but a unique way of encountering genuine reality” – Daidō Moriyama
Categories: photojournalism, street photography
Two-days into September, and it’s as though nothing ever happened, at least that’s how it feels on the Isle of Man. Okay, unless you’re lucky enough to be able to afford to leave the island for a trip away, then self-isolate when you get back, we still have our wings clipped. But we’ve been COVID free for over 100-days now. I’d love to be able to get on the ferry, cross the Irish Sea, drive up to the far north […]
Categories: photojournalism • Tags: black and white, fo glass, isle of man
Categories: photojournalism • Tags: black and white photography, documentary, isle of man, photojournalism
Somebody told me that they don’t understand my photography. I don’t understand what they don’t understand? Because there is nothing to understand. Some people share photos of their meals – if I ever have a meal in front of me that’s THAT interesting, I’ll photograph that too.
Categories: Photography, photojournalism, street photography
Categories: photojournalism, street photography • Tags: black and white photography, isle of man, street photography
I saw an old couple sitting inside Costa, up against the window, they hadn’t spoken for the entire time they’d been there. The lady started rubbing and picking at a dead fly against the glass. I thought she’d look around, or at least at her husband, embarrassed, when she realised the fly was actually on the outside. But she didn’t, she took a tissue from her bag, dampened it with some spit and continued her attempt to remove the dead […]
Categories: photojournalism
It’s difficult to write about the events of the last few months without acknowledging the personal, emotional and financial suffering that a lot of people have gone through. And I do acknowledge it. I’ve been lucky, I’ve managed to keep on working throughout, and the first half of 2020 has actually been very positive for me – I’ve put a photo book together, found a style of shooting which I love, and after 3-years of promising, dismantled and removed the […]
Categories: photojournalism, street photography
Categories: photojournalism
