its tacky and american, but some of the kids there are really great and its a big day for them, and sometimes there is a kind of crazy i like.
mortlake in january is cold and pretty bleak, but a little
winter sun at times helps
hidden in the roman catholic churchyard, down a driveway and through a small door to the left of the church is the tomb of sir richard burton, explorer and writer, carved like an arab tent, but more a fishtank as you climb the short ladder and gaze through thick glass to where he has now spent many more than 1001 nights with his wife
wembley seemed worth another visit, if only for the decaying ruins
of the palace of industry than the threatened towers of the stadium
spelthorne, like the world is normally two thirds covered by
water, but flooding has increased this. also has more traffic and pollution
than anywhere in surrey, though I can't stop thinking of it as middlesex
from richmond to isleworth on a fine sunny day. i swam here
as a kid - no warning signs then, drank underage beer in the pub, was born
a stone's throw away.
hackney wick is a throwback to a different age - when we had
industry and needed canals to ship goods, but parts are changing
there are too many people and too many photographers at the
chinese new year celebrations in soho, but somehow i keep on going
some of my work gets put into nice organised websites.
this isn't meant to be like that, but you can see some of the rest at
and you can read what I think about photography at