Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: Photography

  • Selfish Eyes

    Perhaps I no longer know who I am, and why the sudden revelation, you may well ask. Perhaps for far too long, I have considered what I do so intrinsically ephemeral I feel it has no value when it does not clear my high bar. One that I so rarely reach. I assume, like all…

  • One at a time – City Briefcase

    One at a time – a series of posts where I will examine a single image – today it’s the turn of City Briefcase. The light struck me as I was walking to the bus stop on my way home from the office. I was tired, but the rays energised me in only the way…

  • Abnormal Service has been resumed.

    Hopefully, you have noticed that things on the blogging front have been a bit quiet for the last three months. If you haven’t, hello. So what caused radio silence for a quarter of a year? Was I kidnapped by aliens? Was I held against my will and forced to knit a tartan scarf? That hardy…

  • The Steak Pie of Labour’s Lost

    A Gravy-Stained Time Machine It must have been a strange sight: a large, portly gentleman in a checked linen Borsalino, sitting on the passenger side of a beaten-up left-hand drive Rav4. Well past his prime, just like the car. Its blue-green paintwork was as faded as his hair and patchy, like his memory. His eyes…

  • Croydon — Walking in the Footsteps of Giants

    A Borough in the Balance Now, to answer that age-old riddle over the glass being half-empty or half-full, I’d pose a different question: does it depend on what’s in the glass? But what if, instead of a glass, the vessel in question was a London borough? This puzzle preoccupies my mind as I stand killing…

  • The Pain of Growing Old

    Growing old is a painful process, yet I accept it’s far better than the alternative. As they ripen, some grow right-wing. Personally, nothing could be further from the truth, however, I am experiencing an equally unpleasant change of viewpoint. Becoming acutely aware something about me has changed, and it’s both physical and metaphysical. The Moment…

  • An Analogue Heart in a Digital World

    The Strange Process of Aging Ageing is such a strange process — oddly insidious, it creeps up on you. When I hear on the news that something happened forty years ago, for a second, I think of the Blitz. But of course, that was much further back. Forty years ago was the eighties, not the…

  • Gone Fishing – in the Rivers of Light

    If, like me, you see photography as fishing in the rivers of light, you won’t be surprised when you catch something unexpected. That’s why I love this shot — it captures the perfect synchronicity of subject, shutter, and scene. A Snapshot of Sarf London A mix of urban culture, street art, and everyday life —…