Tuesday, February 2, 2016

rainbow

                                                                      bratislava         winter          2015










walking over SNP bridge yesterday afternoon and seeing this magnificent rainbow that stretched from one side of the danube to the other, I was again reminded of how nature can be beautiful and simple and original.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

catching snow


                                                       2016

Monday, January 18, 2016

                                                                bratislava            winter            2016



Thursday, January 14, 2016

rise




                                                                  koliba            winter            2016

Saturday, January 9, 2016

on a lighter note

                                                        dobra voda              winter                 2016

Thursday, January 7, 2016

the man




















The man stood silently watching me take photographs for about ten minutes. He approached and looked carefully at what was in front of me and then at my camera, he smiled and said hello, I smiled back and returned the greeting, he nodded and then continued on his way. I had been waiting for him to pass me as I wanted him in the picture, to give both scale and human content to the landscape. But now when I see his figure slowly moving away he seems to add a loneliness to the photograph that wasn't there before.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

my garden



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Tuesday, January 5, 2016

today









                                                                           koliba           winter         2016

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Friday, January 1, 2016

first dream
























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Monday, December 28, 2015

a different kind of silence




                                                                                    Vratna        winter      2015







































There is something about mountains that make you feel calm. The morning mist winds its way around the tall pines, somehow leading the way forward and at the same time shrouding that path in mystery. The light changes every few minutes, one moment brilliant blue sky making you squint at its sharpness and the next a cold blanket of cloud as the light all but goes out. This is the Mala Fatra mountains in the North. Mountains and hills create a 13 km sq valley of forest and golden grassland.

Monday, December 21, 2015

maybe

                                                                                            yorkshire        2005


















Maybe we are not more than ghosts of the possibilities we had in our youth, our dreams cut short by the reality of who we have become, as life's sharp edges have ripped away at the flesh around our hearts, removing layers of protection, making us vulnerable to the sound of fear in our search for understanding.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

the sea as a reflection of mood


                                                                                       Brighton            2015

















Photographs can lie about many things, but they have a way of telling the truth about ones mood or emotional state, they somehow reveal what we are trying to hide from the world.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

time flies

                                     Bratislava     winter     2004

























Scanning negatives from the first rolls of film I shot in 2004 made me think again about how you always remember where you were and what you were thinking at the time you took a picture. I try to  to understand so much of what happens in life, but I don't think I could function without the help of art. All kinds of loss that a person experiences can somehow be channelled by creativity into something that has a life of its own, something that has the power to heal and bring with it a form of hope, something that can ultimately be shared.

I was living on the 8th floor, it was winter and I remember looking out the window at all these birds flocking around a cable that had been strung between the buildings, I picked up the camera and took this picture, a few seconds later all the birds flew away. I thought there was a musical quality to the birds, the pattern they made in the sky and the sound of their tiny wings beating against the silent winter air. So much has happened from that moment to this and working on this book is making me revisit these experiences again, and also realize that I didn't make these photographs out of curiosity, I made them out of love, and as a way to say thank you to life.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

nothing preserves like neglect
































































































Yesterday I received a copy of my book from the printers. It is a collection of black and white photographs I made in Bratislava from 2004-2010. People, places and situations, many now gone make up a portrait of the city during this period of change. The book will be available to buy in early 2016.

Monday, December 7, 2015

down by the river


                                                 Bratislava        winter        2015

Saturday, December 5, 2015

sometimes all the answers we ever needed are right in front of us

                                           Koliba             winter            2015

remnants

                                                                             Koliba        winter         2015

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Miro




                                                            photo by Miro Miklas





















I met Miro my second day in Bratislava, more than 11 years ago. I went to the camera store, looking for a darkroom to rent so I could process my films and see what I had been photographing. The shop assistant spoke English and so we started a conversation about photography and I asked if he knew anyone who could help with my quest. He replied maybe, if you come back here at 6pm I can take you somewhere and you can see. I returned later and went by tram with Miro to Mileticova, to the house where he lived. In the basement was his fathers darkroom which he had begun using to print his own photographs. He said you are welcome in my house and to use my darkroom, and gave me a key.

Since then I have seen him get married and watched his two boys grow up, and witnessed him develop into a photographer that has used his old rolleiflex camera with patience and empathy to create an amazing collection of images of his children growing up.

Happy 40th birthday Miro.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

inspirational books

                                                                       "winterreise"    by Luc Delahaye

Monday, November 30, 2015

walking III


walking II