Spectators

From Kev to Bev

Birds don’t sing in the dark

No man’s land

Believe in Leigh

Listening to Photographs

God is what I make of him

The Bridge

Under the shadow of
mad Richard’s folly

I was OK yesterday

iTransmogrify

10+Miles

There has always been a distinct whiff of melancholy lying beneath the surface of all my photographs, the mood in this series began in 1983 is of no exception.

All the seemingly innocuous subject matter was found and remembered in the cold light of day, as in this vandalised

telephone box, and then in the dead of night I alight on to a scene, and in a flash I’m gone, lost in the dark.