Foals near a waterfall in North Wales and thistles nearby on the landscape. It feels like the end of summer, the last of the hot days coming along randomly, the final surges of energy. These foals took shelter under some trees.
Pride
Liverpool’s first Gay Pride Festival, surprising really given the culturally vibrant nature of the city and the city’s celebration of the underground, I witnessed quite a lot of of people who’d probably waited a long time for something like this to happen and I noticed there was quite a bit of emotion in faces of the older members of the community. Really good event though, in that it took over the streets and focused on people and real things rather than the uber corporate nature of most pride festivals now, power to the people.
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The elephant in the room
A toy whale in a derelict church, tourists in the Louvre looking away.
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The Mystery of the Orange Order
I’ve photographed the Orange Lodge on their marches in different places before, this kind of historical performance thingy fascinates me, it’s like from another time, anyway here you go.
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Jacob the dog
On the way to my friends house in between summer rain storms. His dog, Jacob, in the garden.
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Young British portraits
Two photographs unconnected, two young men trying to find their way in the world, the young man outside the mosque in the summer time, just the other week in fact and the other is a photograph I took in my teens of a boy in Blackpool waving the flag, I found the negatives recently.
Watching rain drops blown off the branches of a tree into a lake
It had stopped raining and the wind periodically blew the rain drops of the tree’s branches that hung over the lake. Its at moments like this that the mathematics in nature comes to life.
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Living in a catacomb, ‘everybody needs a place to sleep’
I made this short series of photographs about Peter last winter and earlier this year. I met him twice and the last time I saw him I interviewed him using a really basic device. We sat in a kebab shop, the owner not too happy about Peter being in there and he told me about his situation and why he’d been living in ‘the cave’ in the cemetery. He also explained to me his dream to live on the Island of Lewis in Scotland, just him, a Jack Russell as a companion and nature. I found the interview the other week and I’ve out it with the series of photographs, plus some words. Peter was really into the idea of nature and the city and the synthesis between the two, in a way his thinking is really progressive. He believes that we need to somehow bring nature and especially ‘wild nature’ into our lives and that we need to be a able to ‘use’ nature as part of our everyday lives. Everyone dismissed Peter as a nutcase for living in the disused cemetery catacombs, but in a way he had his own point and he wasnt the only one, quite a few other people were using the many empty catacombs at one point.