A lot of my thoughts of late have been moving more and more down the vein of non-place and the idea of space in a super modern world.
When does a space become a place? And when is it a non-place? A non-place are areas made to serve the growing needs of a sprawling human race. They facilitate our lives but only serve their purpose with our presence.
Examples being; supermarkets, car parks, airports, hotel rooms and even buses and trains. The list is ever growing and something I seek to explore more and more through Photography.
Anyone who has witnessed or experienced child birth will know the toll it can take on the female body. Examples are different but either way it can be a tough but beautiful time. Having witnessed two childbirths I can quite safely say that Women are Heroes. They so often go through the mill for their new family additions and I am humbled to have been a witness so far.
Below is another image of skin to skin contact between my daughter and Holly.
A couple of years ago I began a thought process surround the relationship between Life, Death and Photography and began gathering various images to supplement my thoughts and feelings surrounding it.
Photography has a responsibility to show, wherever possible, the truth. To throw off the rose tinted glasses and to show the world in all its glory, even if that glory is something many do not wish to see.
In the past 24 hours my family have seen the safe arrival of mine and my partners new daughter. Alice entered this world at 11.24pm on the 11th of August 2016 and I had my camera of course.
It’s always important to get those precious moments, those first cuddles and the first meetings with grandparents, but what about the first breaths? Anyone who has seen or experienced birth knows that it is a messy business but one that can be very humbling indeed. In my images captured during the birth of my daughter I wanted to show as much of birth as I could ‘warts ‘n’ all’.
This blog post will be one of several studying this area of anthropology however I must warn the reader at this point that some of the images are graphic. For this post I will leave it at this one image, taken just seconds after my daughter breathed her first breath. My pursuit is in search of that honest document of Life and Death and its relationship with Photography.
May Bank Holiday weekend saw the return of my wedding season with the marriage of Tina and Wayne. A church wedding held at the John Pounds Unitarian Church in Old Portsmouth, Hampshire, England.
I always try and look at a wedding from a different perspective, I’m not just a photographer but a thinker on photography and what the photographic image means. The bride was preparing for her big day in the house she had grown up in and so when it came to leave one of the neighbours came out excitedly to see her off. This image made me think about how this now elderly couple had known Tina and her brother since they were babies and the connection between them is a lifelong one that has seen many changes along the way.
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