Staying blue
I had captured the slow steps of someone moving through the low, dark space.
The well
When I open the big book of writing, there’s often a dank, mossy well to draw from. It’s deep and it’s far from pretty.
House of film – The Black Rose
I’ve stood there. Same stones. Same sky. But that guy stood there too. He came out of his house of film and captured my world. And then he turned it around and showed it to me.
Cracked wide open
We all have our natural inclinations, but it doesn’t have to be the whole of us.
Creative photography in the vanishing north
The world is changing. It always has been, even when we were so young we thought it would stay the same forever.