Last year, I was invited to a wedding, where I knew about 10 people out of the 130 plus guests. Unfortunately, they were working, so I was alone amongst a lot of people who were...
Towards the end of my article Day Out at The NPG, Part 1 – Eddie, I very briefly introduced our photographic model for the day. Kit, a gentleman in his late 70s who is a profes...
At this stage, it happens fairly often: a conversation with a stranger that eventually leads to a photo. Sometimes I approach them, though often it’s the other way around....
You might ask is what Human Photography or even what does it mean! It’s both simple and a bit complicated, as things always are with me… Let me take you back a coupl...
One of my most vivid memories of growing up on Twenty Mile Stream Road in Proctorsville, Vermont, is of pulling that brook trout out of the small brook that flowed in back of ou...
My wife, Dawn, is a good sport. She never complains when I take her photo, even when she’s having a bad day. But her patience has limits. Boudoir shots are off limits, and I nee...
“In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield” — Douglas MacArthur I always wanted to be a war correspond...
My girlfriend has been living with me in the UK for the past five years, and in a few months’ time we plan to move permanently to France. While she’s been here I haven’t m...
