Another Manchester marathon, and I was looking for a new way to approach photographing it. Although there’s always the runners, the spectators and the entertainment, I like to have some sort of ‘hook’ to think about that marks one year off from another.
This year I decided to look at the runners’ feet: after all, what is more evocative of the experience for the majority of participants than the state of their feet at the end of it?
And, yes, I am aware that not everybody runs the marathon.
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. Continue reading “Chainsaw sculpture”
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”
I’ve mentioned before how much I enjoy photographing musicians playing. There are other forms of performance, though, and these can be as much fun and as much of a challenge to photograph.
Something that might not be immediately thought of as ‘performance’ is delivering a talk or lecture. And yet, to do this well requires similar skills to any musical or acting performance. Continue reading “Respect the performer”
Some cities wake up when the sun goes down, whilst others go to sleep.
York leans toward the latter – a vibrant tourist trap by day, by night it becomes the haunt mostly of the ghost walkers. One could be forgiven for thinking that everyone who is out in York at night is either guiding or being led on a tour of the ghost stories of the city. Continue reading “The city by night”