
This image was taken with a Leica III, a camera then about 50 years old, picked up quite cheaply in a second-hand shop. Even after nearly two years of regular picture-taking, I was too shy and unsure of my abilities to take street photographs of people. I used the Leica instead with static subjects.

This is a photograph of my father at the dining table, in a familiar pose. The composite image that you carry of a parent naturally changes through childhood, adolescence and into maturity, so the surprise of this image, seen forty years on, is a freezing of that mobile, organic vison into a particular moment and…

Work often finished after three—the start of the shift was early—and, driven by the urge to photograph the city new to me, I would head out right away to grasp at the remaining daylight, as the winter solstice approached. Lyrics from the Talking Heads often played through my mind: Think of London, small city It’s…

A night in late November, one of violent struggle, has come to stand as a dark harbinger of the fate of the union movement under Thatcher’s regime. I had taken a job as a residential social worker in Hackney but, soon after I arrived, a strike over wages was called, and life became a round…

I was asked to make prints from some old glass plates. They showed groups of Welsh folk, lined up formally but smiling for the camera, on outings and picnics, or in front of their workplaces. All but the youngest children in them were now dead, I supposed.

If, as in the previous post, the rehearsal of memory is like a multiple exposure, this project is at least quadruple.

It comes near the time when I would leave South Wales, having spent a year there working as a volunteer in a children’s home and a special school. While I have been touching on various aspects of my experience and the circumstances of the place through photography, in preparing to leave—as it were, once again—I…

In that Victorian amenity, Aberdare Park, with its boating lake and bizarre cast-iron fountain, there also stands on a head-high plinth this allegorical figure of Industry. The detailed listing that I kept of my photographs at the time records that the image was made with a polarising filter, which darkened the sky so that the…
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