I’m not a street photographer. Part of it is that I live in the middle of nowhere and we don’t really have streets. I was in Paris at the weekend to visit my parents, so I experimented a bit.

I’m not a street photographer. Part of it is that I live in the middle of nowhere and we don’t really have streets. I was in Paris at the weekend to visit my parents, so I experimented a bit.
Sometimes, photography reminds me of scientific research. Both disciplines demand an intense focus on minute details, adhering to conventions that outsiders rarely understand, communicating in a formalized way, and both often seem incomprehensible to the general public.
During my last visit in Paris, I went to a Richard Avedon exhibition at the Cartier-Bresson Foundation.
In our modern world of unlimited cloud storage and high-capacity hard drives, the practice of printing photographs might seem antiquated. Yet, this traditional approach to preserving memories remains not just relevant but crucial, particularly when considering the long-term preservation of our visual heritage.
With the spring definitively here (though some cold weather last week), I go for walks outside more often. This time I took with me the Canon 5DII with 50mm f/1.8 lens for a change.
The fields are covered in wee daisies.
Sometimes people call me pedantic because I insist on defining things precisely. I don’t do it for pleasure. I do it because it’s important and it helps understand things.
I hate photography challenges. They just don’t work for me. But I also desperately want to take part.
Many, many years ago when I lived in Edinburgh, I used to go to Fringe festival shows. Like most locals, I hated the festival period because it made the city so busy (and it was also when the council decided it was a great idea to do roadworks everywhere). But it was easy at the time (good luck now!) to get free tickets to almost anything.
One of the shows I went in 2005 was Japanese drums. The drummers were incredible athletes and it was a great experience (I still remember it when I can’t remember many of the shows I saw).
The images aren’t great, I was using a Canon 350D + 18-55mm kit lens (no STM, no IS at the time). But I thought I’d share the insanity of it all in silence.
Can I show you more flowers from one of my walks?
The rape is in full bloom (hello hay fever!). I liked the way these heads were framing the sun. I had to lie on the ground to take it.
Over the years, I have developed what I call my photographic style. It doesn’t mean my photos are good, just that I found what pleases me and what works for me. And that’s what I do. I don’t do this professionally, not even creatively, so I don’t feel the pressure to be different.