I have been taking landscape photographs during the many years I have walked the empty uplands of Britain. Over time, however, I have found myself drawn to the grittier side of nature; change and decay in the landscape; the urban space; the unavoidable human imprint on the landscape we see around us
I’ve had a love of photography since my friend managed to secure me a discount on a communist era 35mm Zenit from the camera shop where he worked. Heavy, clunky, 100% reliable it went up mountain and down dale, including being a large part of the weight in my rucksack when I walked the Pennine Way, back when people did those things.
Self-taught, topped up with the discipline of City and Guilds evening classes, I haven’t stopped learning nor developing my style. Nor has the subject matter that interests me stayed static. For the joy of photography is discovery, not least of yourself.
My work, I confess, is a bit of a mishmash, but within the mix there are themes and common threads – decay, change, the challenge of capturing the beauty of the human imprint. Perhaps above all a keen desire to show that the modern can be as visually exciting as the ancient.
I occasionally set out to photograph a specific place, but most of the images are captured as part of a journey or a walk whether through the grubbier parts of a European city or a yomp across the empty uplands of Britain.
Depending on the day, my photography can take on its own shape as the walk evolves and what catches my eye can still surprise me. And, as uncomfortable as it is at the time, the days when the weather is poor, or the light fading can be by far the most interesting. Perhaps evidenced by the photographs here.