The more I travel in my mind the speed of light hinders my ride. A distance, a goal, a trolley, the chink of heat coated paint I guard my inner soul. Trying to hinder my why’s. It was only a trolley id have picked a mix to make the thoroughfare curve re-coding the distance ofContinue reading

True Grit of a Northern Town in Decline

For those of you who know me. I have rather a distinct accent. Some envy, some mock but if nothing else I’m a proud Northerner. Now Widnes is a tough town. We have 3 Victoria Cross medal winners for a start. We once split the atom. Made nose cones for the N.a.s.a apollo shuttle and won the Rugby League World ClubContinue reading “True Grit of a Northern Town in Decline”

Steps, Philosophy and WordPress

Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made. Franz Kafka Well a belated Happy New Year… Or is just another step in the right direction. I knew I loved this image before I even took the photograph. Maybe I need to think more along the lines of seeing is believing.Continue reading “Steps, Philosophy and WordPress”

Robert Adams, controlling empty space…

The work of Roberts Adams is iconic in visual or written text. I’m not trying to push my work in the direction of New-typography. The power Adams commands with capturing of large space is very important. It is critical to the way you approach you work. In time I have come to understand this. ForContinue reading “Robert Adams, controlling empty space…”

Two points… Photography by Alan Whitfield

I keep my eye wide open all the time because your mine I walk the line as Johnny Cash once sang. From the start of my photography I have always liked my eyes to be pulled into a picture. The visual split second Journey. Where will it take you?  

Empty Spaces

Yes its been a while. I feel I might just have found a new driver for my empty space juggernaut. It been off the road for nearly 6 months know. While working on a Project on Monday I got access to one of the place I tried to get in early in the  year. The church on Woodlands RdContinue reading “Empty Spaces”

Trying to Photograph the Wind…

I don’t like the wind it really freaks my out. I once remember a storm as a kid that created some crazy vacuum and blow the bedroom window open as I slept During one of my many fight’s with the mass boardem that ravages my brain. I thought it would be a good idea to go out in Mochdre and photographContinue reading “Trying to Photograph the Wind…”

Will it Change your View

Adding Photography to music is something that really interests me. I was approached by Joel Cockrill to work on a project with my images to his music. I think the music changes the feel of work. What do you think? The work is from three bodies of work. The now demolished car park from Get Carter in Gateshead called Trinity Square.Continue reading “Will it Change your View”

Your Last Breath #6

On it rumbles… I feel like I’m really getting behind this concept. I wanted to draw on something that would be so far from my creative spectrum as possible. I’m working in fiction what if. Maybe this is the inner depth of my minds self preservation. Which generally makes me pretty boring. I’m still thinking what official direction this goingContinue reading “Your Last Breath #6”

Grid Iron 2

Grid Iron 2 is my second collection of metal grills and vent covers. Its funny  im getting some really funny looks off people as I lean to the floor camera in hand seemingly taking a picture of nothing. Ha I hear you cry! Little do they know? This work is from Conwy, Hereford and Abergele.

I didn’t want people to feel pity

Diane Arbus said “A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know” I think this body of work documents well.  I think this is a nice way to describe them. ‘Its like opening the curtains in the morning, you know that they are there but until youContinue reading “I didn’t want people to feel pity”

Sound Comfort

I know this normally a photography blog. Maybe (today) a state of mind blog. I’ve thought a lot about Gary Speed over the past few days. I sure many of us have.I remember the first time I felt alone. I was in the south of France on a Rugby tour aged just 12. If why how I went IContinue reading “Sound Comfort”