
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…

Looking back at these old slides, I am struck by the palpable presence of objects in a few of the images. I remember having that feeling when first getting the slides back from the processors, and raising them to the light.

It had rained that autumn in Wales for sixty days following one upon the other, a consistent heavy rain. After a few weeks, everything, tree bark, the soil, the stones themselves it seemed, were swollen with liquid. Under the leaden light, colours darkened, losing themselves beneath the black sheen of water.
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