Time, memory, loss and love are my artistic concerns, but time, among them becomes the determinant - Sally Mann. Wetplate analog fella doing his best in a digital world. www.paulwchambers.com
Early stroll. The sky has taken delivery of a moon. Orange letters and numbers painted on the pavement. I cross the road earlier than I usually do. Two triangles of bread in the bus shelter. Maybe one day that metal butterfly attached to that wall will fly away.
‘Good photography isn’t about Zone Printing or any other Ansel Adams nonsense. It’s just about seeing. You either see or you don’t see. The rest is academic. Photography is simply a function of noticing things. Nothing more.’ Elliott Erwitt, New York, 1992. Photo Peter Adams.
Just needed to drop in to tell you I heard a woman pronounce sci-fi as sky-fi.
Early stroll. The joy of walking through drizzle. Home made curtains making a home. I see a man waiting for the bus then I see him on the bus. A flowing cat. I am the verse, each gate is the chorus.
Early stroll. Monday: Sunday’s firstborn. Fallen leaves as imaginary surreal ears. A passing truck silences my whistling. That FOR SALE sign has been SOLD. Double yellow lines lead to twin emerald cities.
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Early stroll. A temporary popup pink exhibition in the sky. Something growing in a paved-over garden. Headlights approach, rear lights recede. The big house in the distance across the valley. The minimalist narrative poetry of street names.
Early stroll. Three small stones constructing a triangle. A bright red horizon. Two vivid ambulances rushing by. An empty chair in a colourful garden. A black cat sits in the road, taking a chance on its luck.
Notes on the Unseen: Photography’s Psychic Space brooklynrail.org/2026/07/spec...
Notes on the Unseen: Photography’s Psychic Space | The Brooklyn RailWhen we look at photographs, what are we looking for? I think that what draws us, often compulsively, to photography is an impulse not to see what’s there but to understand what isn’t.brooklynrail.orgEarly stroll. A dropped bottle top, bright red. Time measured in cats running. An enigmatic teaspoon. Ghost hooves canter around the betting shop. The sky-high sky.
A slow camera doesn't have to mean a stiff or staged picture; it just changes what kind of trust you need to build before you can use it. Killip built that trust first, for months at a time, and only then did he bring out the tripod. apple.news/AfMsohNhVSrm...
Chris Killip spent months living in deindustrialised communities in North-East England, photographing some of the most intimate images of 1970s and '80s Britain – using a huge camera that was never bu...A new edition of his book North reveals how the wrong tool for candid photography became his greatest asset.apple.newsEarly stroll. I’m framed in the door as I leave. The morning sky hints at possibilities for the afternoon sky. A hole dug in the pavement where I’ve intermittently smelled gas for decades. I bend to tame my left shoelace. An abandoned trampoline frame, unbouncy.
Early stroll. Front doors: theme and variations. A blushing sunrise. Time strolls with me, not speeding up or slowing down. Tree branches like scribbled signatures. A ginger cat runs from under a parked car like it did yesterday.
'Powell is strongest when describing the details of track life, a seemingly simple pursuit given a dark edge by the high-stakes money changing hands and further complicated by the treatment of these graceful creatures who are bred and discarded for human amusement and profit.'
Benjamin MyersI reviewed Underdogs, the debut novel by @louisepowell.bsky.social www.theguardian.com/books/2026/j...
Early stroll. Abstract patterns of fallen petals. A van seat wearing a hi-vis jacket. The stained glass window of the sky. Three geese fly over the bread shop. A half-full bottle of water in the bus shelter.
Early stroll. That stick could be an ancient sculpture of a worm. A length of yellow tape wrapped around a streetlight. A cyclist passes, freewheeling. The things the sky knows but does not share. The Big Field: field plus VAT.
Lady Clementina Hawarden (1822 – 65) was a pioneering amateur photographer who captured some 800 photographs, mostly portraits of her daughters, in her home in South Kensington, London.
