The benefits of not sleeping

The benefits of having a bad night and not sleeping very well is that you get to go out in what feels like the middle of the night but is really 5:30 on a lovely Sunday morning..it was quite chilly and crisp this morning so in anticipation of the supermoon eclipse due tonight I dragged

red & black

I don’t take many  photographs of sunsets cause as have said before I don’t feel I can do justice to the beauty of nature but when I was out after dinner yesterday I stopped and had breath taken awayas the sun slowly sank into the sea. Thinking quickly to get something totally different than the

Blackpool

Someone once said to me “Blackpool?…. isn’t that like a sad Brighton? How do I answer that? It’s my hometown and I love it.

Sea Fog (fret) & Street Photography

What a fabulous stroke of luck I had earlier this week, after an early morning planning exhibitions and spaces with a talented friend in Blackpool I thought would wander down to the prom and try to capture some street photography, families enjoying the first warm days of spring and the last few days of half

street photography and waiting for someone to come in to the frame

I often, frequently, end up on North Pier in Blackpool and have to say it is a favorite place for photography and just spending time. The pier dates back to 1860s and has been severely damaged over the years from fires and storms butlife goes on and the pier opens again every season. As I

My Photography

Someone said write about your photography…not as easy as that though when you sit down to do it and I don’t I feel I know enough about anything to write about it but here goes.. I love people and love taking photographs of people, capturing subjects unaware in the streets or public places and have

wire & wood

Needing to organise my mind this morning brought me again to a very favourite place. A long walk on the beach in the sunshine and once again I found myself lying flat on the damp sand in order to capture these elegant sand fences. The simplicity and repetition soothes this mad creativity that is crowding

iron legs

Some of my favorite memories from when I was a child growing up in Blackpool was coming down on the beach in the summer with my grandmother, everyday in the summer she would pack a basket with sandwiches and a flask of tea and off we would go. She would hum a song as we

a post about posts

I love my town, It has to be the best part of the coast and this post is about posts…wooden posts or sand fences used to protect the sand dunes.. I love the way they stand to attention like little tin soldiers…protecting the hills and the coast through all sorts of severe weather. We get

Gold – Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,  Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf’s a flower,  But only so an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf,  So Eden sank to grief So dawn goes down to day,  nothing gold can stay