I am somewhat in awe of anyone who can take a piece of marble or wood or clay and turn it into a three-dimensional representation of something. That someone does that, not with chisels but with a band of metal spikes whizzing around at high speed, only adds to the sense of admiration for their skill.
Chainsaw sculpture seems to have become a regular feature of county shows over the last few years, so there are plenty of opportunities to observe the sculptors practice their art. I took these photos at this year’s Cheshire Game and County Fair: some during the speed carving competition, the others around the periphery.
(Trigger warning for possible arty bollocks ahead)
I’ve had a bit of a thing for a few years now for photographing doors and windows. A large part of it is, I think, that they appeal to that part of me that likes clean geometric shapes. Mostly rectangles with the occasional triangle or semicircle and usually a high degree of symmetry, there’s a sense of order about them that can take on an almost abstract quality. Continue reading “Doors, windows and colour”
I took another of my all too rare trips into Manchester the other day. As with my previous post on this subject, I soon became very aware that almost everyone who was sat on a bench was checking their phone — or, at least, had it in their hand ready.
The gentleman above is engrossed in his phone on Market Street, whilst the people below were all relaxing in Library Walk (still my favourite bit of Manchester despite that horrible atrium they built at one end of it).
I have no idea why static cycling is called ‘spinning’: what’s wrong with ‘static cycling’?
Be that as it may, we had another charity event at my local gym the other evening, and I managed to grab a few minutes to photograph some of the people taking part in a 25km ‘spin’ to raise funds for cancer research. Continue reading “Spinning in a good cause”
I’ve mentioned before that I love the seaside and I love photographing the seaside. It doesn’t matter if it’s in season or out, good weather or bad, there’s something there to photograph, or a mood to be captured.
Of course, that’s true everywhere — I just happen to find more inspiration there than in other places.
We got thoroughly soaked on a recent trip to Southport. The weather was OK as we set off, but by the time we got to the coast, it had turned and settled in to a heavy downpour. What I like about this is the incongruity: here’s a place that is designed to be heaving with people — noise, colour, movement — and yet it’s virtually deserted. There’s a feeling… not of sadness particularly, but of unused potential; a sense that it’s just waiting for the people to return and all will be well again.
It was a fine day, so I took a trip down to Heywood Road to watch Sale FC take on Preston Grasshoppers. Continue reading “A nice day for watching”
There is a school near where I live — a special needs school — that I pass nearly every day whilst out walking my dog.
Continue reading “Left behind”
I suppose quoting Jethro Tull’s Aqualung is a bit unfair on the subjects of these images, but I couldn’t resist.
These come from the same walk that I talked about in my last post (too long ago…). I’m only able to post them now because, well, I’ve only just got round to having them processed. These pictures were all shot on film — a medium I still enjoy using — and processing costs are a wee bit high, so I like to get a few rolls together to make it worthwhile. Continue reading “Sitting on a park bench”
Sometimes, things just don’t seem to be working for you: there’s a lack of inspiration, or you’re just not clicking (sorry) with the world around you, and you think that it’s going to be a bit of a wasted day Continue reading “On Market Street”
Dogs can be an endless source of fun. I wrote just over a year ago about the challenges of photographing my dog in the snow. Continue reading “In the surf”