Category: memory and reminiscence

  • Old Friends

    Old Friends

    My visits to my aunt are not about photography; it’s just that I usually happen to have a camera in a bag or a pocket.  There’s no posing, no arranging – not even time to dial in settings.  Images are grabbed in the course of conversation – me on the opposite sofa, or squashed right up against […]

  • Like Quiet Ghosts

    Like Quiet Ghosts

    The Air Forces Memorial at Runnymede I love the way this memorial is drenched in light whenever I visit; I love the stone and the windows and the curves and the geometry of the place; l love the views over Runnymede all the way to London.   I often stop to read some of the notes […]

  • Red Light

      How I came (back) to photography As a daughter, granddaughter and niece of photographers, I have early memories of dark rooms with red lights and chemical smells. Slightly later, I’m sitting on a wobbly blue stool at the enlarger composing photograms. I learnt to count in f-stops, and by the age of ten I […]