abandoned ~ united
solitude ~ rush hour
How much do we take for granted, how much do we presume we know the answers?
(Yes these are out of context & no there is not an answer, just have fun thinking about them)
It is in the can... ...it is on the back-up disc... A photograph is a brief moment of time that has been captured and secured for eternity within the confines of a defined two dimensional image... The images here will eventually span some 40 odd, and some would say very odd, years of my photographic work and providing I can be self disciplined will also portray regular current images and work in progress.
So today, armed with my DSLR and only an old style manual focus lens which gave an effective 100mm f1.2 and threw everything out of focus beautifully and, feeling as if I had turned the clock back over 30 years to photographic college, I went to shoot ‘yellow’. Naturally , because my life would not have been worth living had I left him behind, I was accompanied by our GR Dexter, who was happy to leave me to it most of the time but disapproved with great indignity whenever we stopped (and he was on the lead) by the side of the road.
Rubbish, signs, a solitary metal post, barriers, new gas pipes being installed, speed cameras, cycling jackets and of course those little yellow boxes that the postman used to bring containing those wonderful Kodachrome 25 images....




