Train Blur

Train to Cambridge.

All the days of commuting blur together.

Northern Ireland Press Photographers Association

The NIPPA has a website that shows the photos that they have given awards to. Its great stuff but not entirely cheery.

My favourites are the bonfire shots. Those towering walls of tires.

Moon and Palm

Sharm el-Sheik, Egypt, 2003.

Oil is Thicker

Oil is Thicker than Blood, London 2003.

Bluebells

Mill Road Cemetery, Cambridge, 2004.

The graveyard just behind Mill Road has lots of interesting graves. There are no new burials there any more. The maintenance is mostly done by
The Friends of Mill Road Cemetery.

Drinking

Ian, London 2004.

Ah, I need to think more about peoples extremities. Look at the size of his hand!

Pink Handbag Detail

Feathers, Xmas 2004.

My mum gave me this fabulous feathered handbag for Xmas. I am waiting (very, very impatiently) for my new macro lens. Jessops say that it will only be _another_ two weeks. In the mean time I am using the flat bed scanner to get this sort of image.

Fellaitio

Graffit on Leonard St, London.

The blue plaques they put on buildings would be much more interesting if they contained this sort of information.

Kings College and Chapel

Kings College and Chapel.

Now, can anyone spot what's wrong with this picture. No, no, stop, not the hundreds of technical problems or dearth of artistic ability. No look, the college is on the wrong side of the chapel. I must remember to rotate this image one of these days.

Ian

Ian having coffee, 2004.

I have made a concerted effort this year to take more shots of Ian. He always says that I should take more photographs with people in them.

Some catchlights in his eyes would be nice. Time to master the art of fill in flash perhaps. Or remember to carry a reflector around with me at all times. Cause that'll happen.

Bar

Bar Lights, 2004.

Half Marathon Man

Ian just before running the Windsor Half Marathon, September 2004.

I'd like to claim that a lot of thought when into choosing this dramatic and heroic angle. But I guess that I was probably just lounging round on the grass at the time while Ian was standing up to do stretches.