Running Out of Titles
In the early days of the blog I used to try to come up with artistic or poetic titles for every shot. I found it hard and tedious. When I…
In the early days of the blog I used to try to come up with artistic or poetic titles for every shot. I found it hard and tedious. When I…
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. Burnt Norton, The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot. I…
A common element of urbex photography, especially when using the HDR technique, is a shot that shows the interior decay of the abandoned structure contrasted against what is often verdant…
Sometimes what I do in the field is a mystery to me. I photographed this scene twice in immediate succession. For the second image I widened my zoom by 2…
Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing, The silent withering of autumn flowers Dropping their petals and remaining motionless; The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot. The latest…