Gratuitous Colour (AKA ‘Some Bird’s Arse’)
A friend of mine once tetchily dismissed this picture as ‘some bird’s arse’ and of course he was right.
It is some bird’s arse.
But to describe it thus is to willfully miss the point – I mean, just LOOK at those colours! Continue reading Gratuitous Colour
Rhodes Old Town
Luck will get most of usÂ an occasional good photo, but what separates photographers from camera owners (meow!) is the ability to see pictures – everywhere – and be the master of aÂ situation whenever it presents itself.
In the vast majority of cases, this seeingness develops over the years, as you narrow down the number of times the picture you actually imagined, turns out to be nothing like the one on the developed film or digital file. Continue reading Rhodes Old Town
An aesthetically pleasing marriage of Elizabethan and Victorian architecture, the towered structure of Stonyhurst College sits modestly beyond what was once the main road adjoining Clitheroe and Preston, within a stone’s throw of the banks of the River Hodder, and it immediately imposes itself upon the eye of those who have sought it. Continue reading Stonyhurst & The Hodder
Durham University and Cathedral
This is Anfield
Picture Title: Father and Child in Sky Blue
I only went to one match at Main Road, and that was with a Farnworth lad called Carl Baxter when I was still at school. This was in the Wigan Casino days, and I’d been a few times to Blackpool Mecca with him. But standing on the Kippax Street, amongst the hardest looking bunch of skinheads I’d ever seen, was more than a bit unnerving. Continue reading Manchester City’s Etihad Stadium
Santiago de Compostela
I got talking to a Frenchman in Salamanca one time, about the differences between France and Spain.
‘In France its about the countryside. But here its all about these amazing cities,‘ which for me sums up the best of Spain’s ‘amazing cities’. Continue reading Santiago de Compostela
Hepptonstall gives you a feel for what Haworth must’ve been like before the tea rooms arrived, and the twinned churchyard of St Thomas a Becket and the new Church of Saint Thomas is a good place to picnic beside a gravestone (Edith Plath’s, if you can find it). Continue reading Heptonstall
There’s a vibrancy about Manchester’s Oxford Road and Street that few areas of the city can match. Students from Manchester Met and Manchester University fill out its pavements and keep its cafes, bars, eateries, and cheap take-aways busy throughout the year (and into the small hours). Continue reading Oxford Road & Street Manchester
Â Craster to Dunstanburgh Castle
…(or better still, carry on walking and have a pint in The Ship at Newton by the Sea).
If you are expecting a picture-perfect postcard village, Craster might be a disappointment because it isn’t that picturesque: no architecture of note, the only place to park (unless you’ve been allocated a slot with your holiday let) is the car park on the road approaching the village, and there’s nowt much to do on a day trip other than breath the salty air and sniff Mr. Robson’s kippers. Continue reading Dunstanburgh Castle
One of the wonders of literature is how the Bronte Sisters managed to unearth such marvels from relatively shallow lives. But the life of the imagination is a back-tale unto itself, and – with the right quill and under the right gaze – the lines on one solitary face can be made to outlive those on any topographic offering you care to choose. Continue reading Haworth
Few players have hit tennis balls with as much relish as Monica Seles. Unlike many who have traipsed the tennis circuit, I never gave a thought to what Seles might’ve achieved, had someone NOT handed her a tennis racket in childhood. Continue reading Monica Seles
This is an industrial skyline at Trafford Park, close to the Manchester Ship Canal and where the BBC and Media City is now. I’d been shooting a sunset at The Lowry and the Imperial War Museum, and when the glowing ball slipped out of the scene, I chased after it. Continue reading Chimney Pop