Oh hey another Leica M6... let us not worry about that too much. Enough has been said. The feeling. The simplicity. The expense. Either way, it was a camera I bought…
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I sort of remember when my father handed me The Brass Brick as I unaffectionately called it for years. Not precisely, but at least withing the ten year bracket that was…
Hello old friend. We have previous. But that is ok, I'm happy to take you out and walk you around. Doing what you do best. Capturing moments in time. Moments he'd…
My neighbour called around a few weeks ago with a box, a big box, full of cameras. They belong to her father who, as with many things, is moving inexorably onward…
Photos & Projects Thoughts on Shooting Film UncategorizedSnapshots of a Commute – Guest post by Greg May
It is dark. Cold. Wet. Normal really. Spring in the Calderdale Valley is not a time to rejoice for the green shoots of a new year, but a time to wait…
