Afternoon Shift
One slatted bench, a sleeping cat and a small street scene that needed no direction at all. The afternoon light moved slowly along the wall while I waited for the stretches and glances that made the corner feel lived in.

One slatted bench, a sleeping cat and a small street scene that needed no direction at all. The afternoon light moved slowly along the wall while I waited for the stretches and glances that made the corner feel lived in.

A leaf still heavy with water and a butterfly that stayed long enough for three frames. The garden returns to colour after the storm, one drop at a time, while the light comes and goes between the clouds. Storm light…

Four birds against a sky the colour of paper, photographed from a field at the end of the season. There were hundreds; the frame is the four that happened to line up. The exposure sits two stops over what the…

A fly on a garden path, photographed with a macro lens and more patience than the subject deserved. At this distance the eyes are two orange lamps and the stripes on the back look painted. The working distance is four…

A family day at the aquarium that turned into an afternoon under one fish. The children lay on the floor of the tunnel and so did I, with the camera pointed up at a whale shark the length of a…

A blue bird, a nest the size of an egg cup and three mornings in a hide at the bottom of the garden. The picture is the one where it looked at the nest instead of at me. Long lens,…

A portrait session with a subject that weighs less than the lens. The tamarin sat on a branch for four seconds, looked straight down the barrel and left; the frame is the four seconds. Portraits of animals work the same…

New work, field notes and the occasional dispatch from wherever the light is good.