The one born in St.Helens in 1961.
In the 1990s I went with a collegue from Tony Stone Images to oversee the printing of the Tony Stone Images Catalogue. Most of the time was spent inside a huge metal building containig thunderingly noisy Heidelburg presses, we were there to check the printed results with the approved proofs to be sure colour was as expected.
A fond memory is hearing a heavy rainstorm thrash the metal roof and overpower the sound of the presses.
No soil, no plants. Great effort to flatten an area for communal use in a village that is on the edge of the world. Ittoqqortoormiit in Greenland.
Stock Photo taken on an island hopping tour of Greek islands and placed with The Tony Stone Photolibrary in the 1980s.
Mamiya RB 6×7 90mm lens Kodak EPN 6012 transparency film.
In the 1980s it was possible to make a living doing pretty much any kind of stock photography, even travel. I went on a solo holiday, just me and my cameras with no plan in particular. Travel and film/processing costs were easily covered by image sales at Tony Stone Photolibrary.
I have not been back since but more recent pictures of this area show great change.
Mamiya RB67 with 90mm lens Kodak EPN 6012 transparency film 6×7
Fellow ex Cowley pupil Philip 1982
We had all left Cowley School and gone on to various colleges but gathered in the lake district during the summer break to catch up. The gang had gone from the woods into a clearing, but Philip held back, and I saw the opportunity for a portrait.
Being in college was like an extension of school but in the near future we were going out into the world and making a life for ourselves.
Caught between the known and the unknown, looking towards the light.
I had been woken up by our cat Tiger Lilly and could not get back to sleep so I went for a walk in the dark December night with a light rain falling.
The tide was low so I walked from Sheringham to East Runton on the beach, I had a torch built into my hat but when the going was smooth I turned it off and found myself in the greyness.
I could hear the waves to my left but only see a thin line of lighter grey of them crashing. I wasn’t so much walking through a landscape as walking through a tone scape.
When I turned the corner from West Runton I could see the pier at Cromer, bright in the night. It was 5:37am
iPhone not film. If I did have a film camera with me I would have also needed a tripod.
A cup on the Formica top of a table inside a caravan in Wales.
Late 1970s.
Matt Lambert gets beneath his black cloth to check framing and focus on his 5″x4″ studio camera. I went to see Matt at his new home in Canada and we decided on a roadtrip into America to do some photography. Part of our journey was through the Olympic mountains in the Pacific North West of the USA.