It wasn't until many years after encountering a favourite passage of Larkin's poetry that I realised I had fundamentally misunderstood his view of photography.
Although I tend not to dabble in street photography, every now and again an opportunity presents itself, and I feel compelled to reach for my camera.
It is entirely possible, it turns out, for a city to function without cars and vans and lorries. Who would have thought it? But is it practical?
I digitised some 30-year-old Kodachrome slides this week. Some notes to remind myself what I did.
Our moorlands are—or should be—important wetland habitats.
I'm beginning to wonder whether I might inadvertently have begun to invent a new sub-genre of ‘nature writing’.
George Orwell on the simpler pleasures.
I read 36 books in 2014. This shows an uncharacteristic degree of consistency on my behalf.
By the time he was my age, John Lennon had been dead for almost ten years.