Black and White Lines

If you just start with black and white lines, it’s amazing what you can do with them. Take this, for example, it just started as a coiled rope which I saw on a… Continue reading

Hunting but not as you know it

There is something about foxhunting which causes me unease – but never enough to wander around with a placard or to throw unkind substances to bring the event to a halt. It is… Continue reading

The importance of looking up

One of the first lessons I learnt when I started to take photographs was “don’t forget to look up” Maybe in a week or so when my collection is complete, I will write… Continue reading

Through a glass darkly

Well done St Paul, I know just what you were going through with those Corinthians. It was suggested that we ought to construct photographs looking as if they were taken through a rain-soaked… Continue reading

Wild

Indeed it was this morning. Plenty of wind and a few spots of rain when I ventured out on the bicycle. Of course it didn’t last – the few spots of rain got… Continue reading

Pancakes with Running (water)

Here we are again – back on the road. This week I went to Olney in Buckinghamshire where each Shrove Tuesday the ladies of the town are invited to take part in the… Continue reading

Bye bye weekly Fotophilia

After 10 years I have decided to end weekly editions of the blog. Instead it will be relaunched in the new year possibly with a new design and topics which reflect the photographs… Continue reading

Churches that aren’t

I enjoy photographing church interiors – the bigger the church – the more I enjoy it. So buildings like Norwich Cathedral, Ely Cathedral or even Southwell Minster have all figured on this blog… Continue reading

Then there was morning (Morston Norfolk)

There is a sort of innate cheerfulness about mornings, especially when the sky is clear and the clouds haven’t got up yet. Geese pass overhead on their way to breakfast in the sugar-beet… Continue reading

There was evening at Morston

Some images from around the mudflats at Morston. At this time of year I don’t find evenings all that attractive, but one or two images here, taken at the end of the half… Continue reading