Shadows tell lies

This was my first home though, it was a bit different then. It’s now sheltered housing for retired folk. Back in the 1950’s it was called Temperance Place and was two rows of slum terraces separated by a patch of wasteland. The houses were two-up-two-downs. No bathroom – outside privy and a tin bath in the back yard.

The shadow of the old style gas streetlight is of a fake streetlight. Lincoln once had beautifully elegant streetlights which were replaced in more recent times with clumsily designed fake olde-worlde versions – shadows of what they once were (see what I did there?).

Lillicrap Court

In the shadows

From an existential perspective a photograph is time frozen into a discrete moment. The stuff in the photograph will never be seen again in exactly the same way – the world has moved on. Similarly, shadows cannot exist without light. Photographing your own shadow is evidence that something once existed, tagging the landscape, saying I was here…

My shadow
My shadow
My shadow
My shadow
My shadow
My shadow
My shadow

Where the bodies are buried

Most of my professional photography used to be in black and white. Colour  and b/w convey different things that are entirely dependent on the subject and what you are trying to say. I have been through my archive and selected a few colour images that work better in b/w.

Big brother
Big brother
Model village murder scene
Model village murder scene
Dead badger
Dead badger
Swallow nest
Swallow nest
Frost ravaged roses
Frost ravaged roses
Broken Jesus
Broken Jesus
Meerkat boot hill
Meerkat boot hill
'We're tired of hiding the bodies"
‘We’re tired of hiding the bodies”