Front Row
The front row of a festival, photographed from the stage with a flash and a wide lens. Nobody is looking at the camera because nobody knew it was there; they were looking at the band. Three songs, then out. The…

Longer stories followed over days or seasons: markets, workshops, the people who keep a place running.
The front row of a festival, photographed from the stage with a flash and a wide lens. Nobody is looking at the camera because nobody knew it was there; they were looking at the band. Three songs, then out. The…

Twenty musicians, their instruments and one dog, arranged by a photographer who knew exactly where every face should go. The print cost less than a coffee and has been on my desk since. Nobody at the market knew who they…

A lake in February, a fisherman who has been there since five and mist that took the far shore away. The photographs are almost grey on purpose. The exposure sits a stop over what the meter wants. Mist is white;…

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