I blame complex algorithms !

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Apparently it’s World Photo Day today, Friday 19th August. Someone somewhere in an office no doubt sat at a computer has decreed today of all days is ‘ World Photo Day’. As such, this being supposedly a photography blog I feel compelled to write something. Naturally a photo blog needs a photo to kick it off and I found this image I took about two years ago while out in town erm doing some street photography. I’ve chosen this image because shortly after it was taken I got followed around town by some extremely abusive kids hell bent on causing trouble, accusing me of being a peado while simultaneously throwing all sorts of things at me including a baseball and a biscuit. A few weeks later the ring leader, his mate and I came to blows when they tried to give me grief again outside the bank. The ring leader had me in a ‘bear hug’ but soon let go when I took hold of his balls through his dirty piss stained track suit bottoms. That was the last time he saw me because he’s too thick to recognise me without my hat on.

So today it seems appropriate, and it would appear that a defining image has been chosen by our scummy press of the conflict in Syria, A photo of a young boy sitting in an ambulance, dirty, bloodied and in shock having just been pulled out of a bombed building ………. a symbol we are told of Aleppo’s suffering ! Every conflict it would seem needs a defining image; World War 1, World War 2, Vietnam, Gulf War 1 and 2 and on and on  they all have a defining image and on and on. As if we somehow need defining images to remind us that the press exist ? The press here in the UK are a set of scumbags. They only tell us what they want us to know. They treat us like idiots but then there’s an argument which says we get the press we deserve.

So this being World Photo Day here’s my favourite Edward Weston image.

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Actually I’m all in favour of these World Days. I think every day should be a World Day of one thing or another. Like ‘World Don’t Throw Crap in the Sea Day’, ‘World Say Something Nice to Someone Day’, ‘World Let Them Eat Cake Day’, ‘World Elect New Leaders Day’ ? I’m open to more suggestions ?

Here’s a nice photo of a car wrapped up in tarpaulin ! Well it looks like a car to me ?


Book of the Week : Bicycle Diaries – David Byrne

Track of the Week : Gimme shelter – Rolling Stones


Another Gentleman. Another Hero


It saddens me to find these Carte De Visite on market stalls. I feel like I’m rescuing them from an uncertain future, although I’m sure if I didn’t buy them, someone else would. Being a photographer I hate to think of them being thrown out. Taken when photography was in it’s infancy. When portrait photographers sprung up in every town and city and having one’s portrait taken was a special occasion. Something to dress up for and present your best to the world.
What I have in my hand is a print on paper and stiff card. It is a light reflection of the man. It is an illusion. It is not the man himself. He has long gone, but what it represents is a very brief moment in time. A fraction of a moment in this man’s life. I don’t know his name or anything about him except the image was taken in Birmingham ( UK ). I don’t know what life he’d had before the image or the life he was going to have. I don’t know what kind of man he was, kind and gentle or something else ?  I look into his eyes for clues but he is not looking out of the image back at me. I’m wondering what lies behind those eyes ? What is the space he occupies ? What was he thinking? Maybe somewhere not far away buried in the ground are the remains of this man.  A life led. Photographs are memento mori. The people captured in these images are heroes to me. Heroes of yesterday. Each and everyone of them.
I feel the need to buy as many of these as I possibly can. All heroes !