Sometimes small insignificant objects have an important legacy.

Sometimes small insignificant objects have an important legacy.
I mentioned in the past a mini photo essay I did one morning in Peterhead, Northern Scotland, about the local fishermen. I drive up in the middle of the night in freezing December to catch them coming in at dawn.
When I was working in an office or at the university, I’d sometimes record my routine in photos. It was before the age of social media, so it was for me only, but I used to take a lot of random photos not knowing anything about how to make them good.
I used to spend a lot of time on Scotland’s West coast to take photos. The landscape is wild and desolate, nobody is around, a perfect place for photography.
One of my favourite places is Glencoe and Glen Etive. Small mountains, scarce vegetation, crazy weather and midges. It’s also a lot of other photographers’ favourite place. Around Black rock cottage, you can nearly tell where to put your tripod because the rocks have the marks.
But it doesn’t detract from the fact that it’s a great place, full of poetry and character.
Since I restarted photography after long hiatus, I decided to concentrate on monochrome. For some reason, it came naturally to me to not produce colourful images anymore.
It took a while to have all the elements I wanted in the right place. This is all sooo pink!
I saw him running across the street in the corner of my eye. I just had time to lift the camera, match his speed, focus, and click. I was using the 28mm so I was very close.
When you’re in Paris, you have to do stereotypical things sometimes. One morning, we were waiting for the Photography museum to open for a Dennis Morris exhibition. We were early, so we did what you’re supposed to do.
I love shots where trains enter a station.
You know you’re in a city with lots of students when you see things ike this.