White on white
Six days in Namibia in July, and the frames I kept are the ones where I stopped fighting the light. Zebras against almost nothing, a giraffe on a blank ground, and one leopard in full colour to show it was a decision.
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Occasional writing about the pictures — where they were made, what was actually happening, and what Alvin was trying to do. Less a blog than a set of margins.
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Six days in Namibia in July, and the frames I kept are the ones where I stopped fighting the light. Zebras against almost nothing, a giraffe on a blank ground, and one leopard in full colour to show it was a decision.
Four days in Kelantan with two crafts running side by side: wau kites built over weeks to be let go of, and wayang kulit puppets that only exist properly as a shadow on a lit screen.
Six days in Hokkaido in February, photographing cranes, foxes, swans and sea eagles. Four subjects, four kinds of waiting, and only one of them rewards standing still.
At Chagan Lake in Jilin the winter net is still brought in by horses walking a beam in circles on the ice. On the same surface, a crowd stands watching. I was there at the end of December.
A week photographing in Xinjiang in September: street portraits in hard light, larch valleys turning, a river bend everybody shoots, and what a week alongside a stronger photographer actually changes.
Fifteen frames from a charcoal works: shafts of light through the roof, men loading wood, and smoke thick enough to make the light look solid. Most of us only meet the product as a bag at a barbecue.
Everyone climbs to the Bromo viewpoint for sunrise over the caldera. The frames I kept were made the evening before, in an arranged session, by light a man carried in his hand.
Almost the whole Nepal set is cropped to a wide cinema frame. This is about that decision — what it does to a square full of pigeons, and what it costs.
Eighteen days in December 2024 on a Franciscan pilgrimage through Spain, France and Portugal, led by Fr John-Paul Tan OFM. The discipline was to photograph the people rather than the buildings, and I did not always keep to it.
The Golden Eagle Festival in western Mongolia is a performance, photographed by hundreds of people at once. Two days later, with one family on a ridge, the same thing was just work. The second day made the better pictures.
In September 2023 the CICM priests in Mongolia asked me to come and help document a papal visit — the first any pope had made to that country. I went with a media pass and a job to do. I came home and asked to be baptised.
Nobody was going anywhere in May 2020, so the dining table became a studio and the husky became the subject. He needed no treats, no toy and no coaxing, which is not how this usually goes.
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